forgetting beauty

I sometimes forget about the beauty around me. It’s night time and I look upwards towards the quickly moving midnight sky. The clouds sweeping past the moon like a fleece blanket being aired out in the wind. The moon shines as a gentle reminder of a core beauty that cascades the night. I feel the night right now settle in as I look up and allow my senses to be seeped into its infinite mass…

The greatest disservice I have done for myself lately is the neglect and dismissal of the beauty surrounding me. Beauty is a love I have and represents an appreciation for a better life that I strive to live. When I live by the shore, this beauty seems to present itself in the ocean breeze, the salty air, and the peacefulness that such a place can grant a person with for their enjoyment. I am fortunate to have these beautiful retreats and I wish I would incorporate them in my life more often. When I am stressed, I watch this beauty dissipate before me. For this I am saddened.

I can’t change what I have already done and cannot relive a day I have already lived. Beauty, with its endless streaming forms and existences, is there for the taking and its our job to open our eyes. If not, we miss it, and fall victim to the mindless clamor and folly life can have on a person. So I may not be able to relive a moment, but I can relive beauty in another instant just by allowing myself to- and that’s beautiful.