The beauty in life

The morning light finds its way past the curtains, lands gently on my duvet, and shines straight into my eyes—as if to say that no night and no darkness can prevent me from shining and bringing light to all Life everywhere.

It can be beautiful to realize that something greater than ourselves wants the absolute best for us, and that this greater force never gives up its mission to transform all our doubt and fear into a deep, deep recognition of Life’s Goodness and its Overwhelming Abundance of Generosity.

The more we move closer to existence, the more it will love and seek us. For isn’t it so, that what we seek automatically seeks us? Haven’t we already asked that which we’re searching for to come to us, the moment we began our search?

And perhaps we can say that if we seek beauty in this life, then that beauty—no matter its shape, form, or expression—will strive to draw near to us? And if that’s the case, perhaps we should be cautious in judging what we encounter, and consider every person, every event, every situation and meeting as a possibility through which beauty might very well be revealing itself?

Life is wondrous, I think... a sequence of events all pointing back to oneself, all helping to explain the unexplainable through a tangle of symbols and countless mirrors.

Beauty can sneak up on you, wake you up, examine your soul down to the bone—and there, suddenly, pain becomes a pleasure in the approach to oneself and to the innermost core of Life.