Is Beauty real? If it is, what is it and why do we feel it? This is a question I feel I have asked myself but never thought much about. Everyone always says a picture of marbles spread in a rainbow or a painting of an ancient city is beautiful, but what evolutionary instinct would make us feel this way about it? That does not seem to relate to survival in any way, and it would not have any practical purpose. It is a weird concept, and completely unexplainable. So is it real?
I feel satisfaction is generally necessary of beauty, and where we should look first. Is satisfaction happiness? No. It is a feeling of… completion. Satisfaction is a basic feeling of completion. That something is wrong, and now you are relieved it is right. And so completion is completely understandable from an evolutionary perspective. You’re being chased by a wildcat and you run up a tree and feel a sense of relief. A.K.A satisfaction. That feeling carried on, but as our lives grew more leisurely, it was very subtle problems people became relieved from like something that looked uneven or ugly. And them being fixed gave people a sense of satisfaction.
Satisfaction carried into beauty. No longer did people need something to change from bad to good. People began to genuinely admire those good things. This is my explanation for humans admiring beauty, but I feel there is certainly more to the story. I feel there is some societal pressure to admire beauty… and by some, I mean a lot. You are expected to like a lot more than you do, and yet I think only a small circle of people like these paintings. I feel it is hard to come up with all this by myself, so I would love comments to help me think about this!