Oh.  To be born beautiful.

All of us are.  Really.  Each and every one of us come into this world with an untarnished heart.  We are …. momentarily…. so free of all things nefarious.  The truest of true.  Innocence illuminated.

So much beauty and goodness in this world, from the very beginning of life itself.  Deep in us.  Indelibly marked in our being.

You know… it is like someone wrote on a wall with Sharpie Markers.  That’s how it is written.

And as such… no matter how hard someone tries to wipe those writings away… even if they use a Mr. Clean Magic Sponge… those etchings never, ever will be removed.  They can spit on them, rub them out, snub them… but that chirography remains.

Yes.  That true love, that uncontaminated goodness, that spirit of honor and decency remains.  In us.

It may have been spit on, rubbed out, or even painted over.  But underneath… it all still remains.

The love in our hearts.  The good in our spirit.  The life… in our lives.
Beautiful at birth.