Do you remember Paul Potts from 2007 when he first auditioned for Britain’s Got Talent?
He was the unassuming, nondescript, personification of ordinary who walked on stage, opened his mouth and with it, my mind. He proved to me that sometimes, beauty is not just in the eye of the beholder, but the ear as well.
Just to refresh your memory, in case it’s anything like mine and has a five second window:
I still don’t like opera but if Paul Potts sings it, I find myself not wanting to rip off my ears, shove them down my throat and then vomit them back up.
That true beauty can be brimming just below the most unremarkable of surfaces is, for me, a constant source of inspiration. In a strange way, it gives me hope.
Check it out:
(I’ve been told that the embedding for this video has been disabled, so I’ll just link you to it instead: SUSAN BOYLE
Makes me wonder if Britain has a monopoly on beautiful gifts that come in the most ordinary wrapping.