Idea.

An idea is the most beautiful of all things;
The most lasting thing there is.
It may not be tangible or visible in the sense we're used to
And above all, it is immortal.
It can live forever, it can be built upon
It can be turned any way, viewed from every direction
With powers far beyond that of average thought.
The idea lives forever, but the individual cannot;
That in itself doesn't seem like the fairest of things.
However, I personally choose to see the beauty in that as well
I see myself only being host to an idea.
I am at the mercy of my thoughts, isn't that a scary thing?
For I am simply flesh and blind emotion; damaged so easily;
Ideas are quite the opposite;
Ideas can whether any storm
They can be laughed at, rejected, changed
Weighed and then reweighed in the minds of others.
They can be built up and then torn down
An idea can save the world, and then destroy it just the same.
But the important thing is that they survive.
They last far beyond time.
We are condemned to our mortality
And some may see that as a curse.
Though I, myself see it as a blessing disguised!
We are given such little time
In exchange for having the most precious pieces of ourselves immortalized;
Our most powerful thoughts, our most meaningful words
Remembered long after we're gone.
I find it beautiful that I exchange my life for that of an idea.
For it is the idea that lives on and forever effects in the very way I cannot,
And that is the most beautiful of all things.