Cheryl Cole and Katy Perry are two of the hottest girls in the

The words of Justin Bieber—“Cheryl Cole and Katy Perry are two of the hottest girls in the world—and so normal and funny with it. If I was a few years older they are the kind of girls I'd like to date. I want a younger version of Cheryl and Katy—a mixture of the two would be hot.”—may, at first glance, appear as a youthful admiration, a simple expression of affection toward beauty and charm. Yet beneath their light-hearted tone rests an ancient longing that has stirred in the hearts of humankind since the dawn of time: the search for ideal balance—between beauty and soul, grace and simplicity, allure and authenticity. This is not merely the musing of a young star but the reflection of the eternal human desire to find in another being the embodiment of both radiance and realness.

To call another “hot” may sound trivial to modern ears, yet in truth, Justin’s admiration speaks to something older than language—the instinctive reverence for beauty that moves poets, heroes, and lovers alike. When he speaks of Cheryl and Katy as “normal and funny,” he reveals that beauty alone does not enchant the heart; it must be lit by the spark of humanity. The ancients would have called this kalokagathia—the harmony of the outer and the inner, where the physical form mirrors the virtue of the spirit. In praising their laughter and simplicity, he unknowingly praises the rarest kind of beauty: the beauty that forgets itself.

In ancient Greece, the sculptor Phidias carved the goddess Athena not as a cold idol but as a being both divine and human, serene yet approachable. The people who beheld her did not worship the stone but the spirit that seemed to live within it. In much the same way, Justin’s words yearn for beauty that breathes, for grace without pride, for radiance that laughs. His desire for a “mixture of the two” is the desire to unite opposites—the strength of one with the warmth of another, the goddess and the friend. Such longing, though spoken playfully, is the mark of a soul learning to see beyond appearances.

There is, too, a note of innocence and aspiration in his words. He stands at the threshold between boyhood and manhood, looking upon the world of adults with wonder and hope. His dream of a “younger version” is not merely an age-bound fancy; it is the symbolic wish to find beauty that he might grow beside, not chase from afar. In this, he echoes the dream of countless poets and dreamers who sought a companion not already complete, but one who could evolve in harmony with their own becoming.

The ancients would have smiled at such youthful confession. For they knew that Eros, the spirit of desire, often begins in the admiration of beauty, but if tended well, matures into something sacred—Philia, the love of soul for soul. What begins with laughter and light can ripen into depth and devotion. The same heart that once spoke of “hotness” may one day speak of virtue, kindness, and wisdom with equal passion. Thus, even in youthful admiration, there lies a seed of transformation—a seed that, with time, blooms into understanding.

Let this be the lesson to those who hear these words: do not mock youthful longing, for in it lies the pulse of humanity. Every heart begins its journey toward wisdom through the gate of wonder. To see beauty, to delight in charm, to wish for laughter in companionship—these are not shallow things but sacred beginnings. What matters is not how one starts to love, but how one grows in love.

And so, the teaching endures: seek the union of radiance and truth. Admire the form, but cherish the soul that dwells within it. Laugh with those who are unafraid to be simple, humble, and human. Desire may awaken in the eyes, but it must be crowned by the heart. For the ancients knew—and the young Bieber, perhaps without realizing, reminds us—that the highest form of love is not found in perfection, but in the harmony between beauty and authenticity, between admiration and affection, between dream and reality.

Thus, when he speaks of a “mixture” of two souls, he speaks the language of all ages: the yearning for wholeness, the desire to find in another what awakens our best self. It is a dream as old as love itself—to find beauty that makes us laugh, and laughter that makes us love.