Beauty is delightful, but it doesn't sustain. When I was younger, I was after the fireworks and my breath being taken away by someone physically attractive. It was a hard lesson to live with, for example, my failed marriage. As I gained more wisdom and age, I find physical beauty no longer has a hold of my heart. Physical beauty is shallow, it doesn't reflect what's underneath, it is fleeting. Instead, I find the most attractive being the mind and the animated force in a person. I don't anymore look for someone just like me, or who resembles my personality. Rather, I'd fall for someone who complements my flaws, fuels my energy, propels my drive, and stretches my imagination. No, I don't want someone who has more than me who can afford to serve my silver platter. I want someone who unearths the diamond in me and brings out the luster in it.