WW3-enabling self-proclaimed "creators" of cultural packing content have created a can't-do environment in which nothing beautiful or wonderful is possible. 

Sometimes (often), it is necessary to revisit things that remind you that beauty is not only possible, but has actually been achieved.  Not for nostalgia, but for survival.

One of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written is as good a place to start as any.

There are many things that need to be repented of, and if you let the devil hijack your talent with witchcraft and esoteric spiritual kitsch, that would be one of them.  

Becoming ugly to repent of your own (or other people's) beauty, is another.  Elevating ugliness above beauty as an unwitting act of religious contrition, however common and widespread the phenomenon,

Is a prideful act of pure destructive malice.

Being beautiful and brilliant with your God-given talents, however, is not.  Beauty and brilliance are only synonymous with pride to those who have not yet repented of the sin of ugliness.

Pride is ugly, and completely incompatible with beauty.  A beautiful thing done with pride is an ugly thing in disguise.

Humility is always beautiful.