One of my best friends used to pride herself on being able to see the every day beauty other people overlooked. She once told me she believed there was beauty in everything. I haven’t talked with her for quite a while but she probably still believes that. I never have.
I think anything can be beautiful to someone if it they choose to see beauty in it, but that it’s relative doesn’t change my own subjective experience. There’s the beautiful… and the grotesque. The latter appeals to me in its own way, but that’s never made me decide to think of it as beautiful.
I find more value in the differentiation.
If you don’t discriminate between what you love and what you hate, if you love everything, then what value does your love really have? None. Same thing with beauty. If everything is beautiful… then who cares about beauty? It’s all beautiful, so why would you care?