Perfect Beauty, Perfect Joy
Today was the one hundred and thirty-third day of a challenge I set for myself last July. “I wonder,” I thought, “if I can take a photo of something beautiful every day for a year and post it on the ‘Net.” The only way to find out was to try it and see.
I knew going in that days would come when I wasn’t in the mood to face rain or sub-zero cold, or when the day was drab or my energy was low. But I knew, too, that beauty, like happiness, is always there when you open your mind to its presence, and that like happiness, it fills you with an energy that transcends your small self’s limited supply.
Today was one of the drab days. The skies were overcast, the fields draped in the muted browns of mid-November. The flowers are spent, all but the hardiest leaves have fallen, the frost has bleached the foliage that remains. And to tell you the truth, I couldn’t wait to see what I would find. One thing my 133 days of this adventure have taught me is that beauty never disappoints.
Like happiness, it’s always there. It all boils down to a willingness to recognize it, to see what shape and shade it’s wearing now. Every moment is built of perfection—of perfect beauty, perfect happiness, perfect order and grace. The failure to perceive that it is so lies not in the moment, but in the perception. And that, too, has its reasons and yes, even its beauty, could you but see the whole of it.
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