My condo is pretty small. 475 sq. ft. to be exact. My one-room oasis decorated in hot pinks, oranges, and purples. Some reds are in there, too. It faces almost perfectly west, but my wall of windows look out at a a dirty white stucco building with powder blue metal awnings and the bottom quarter of the dirty white painted sapphire blue. It’s home to a seafood wholesaler who believes in receiving full 18-wheelers with air brakes at 3:30 a.m. and starting diesel refrigerated trucks at 6:30 a.m. It’s loud, it’s disruptive, and, in the summer when the heat is just right, it smells like the insides of a fish. My beers on my patio don’t taste so good on those days.
But, just over top of this building’s roof line sits the top of a tree. And in it lives dozens of those blacks birds you see flying in crazy, orchestrated clusters as if they got caught in wind gusts. (Or at least I think that’s what these guys are. I’m no ornithology buff.) But more than the simple beauty of the top of this one grey tree, perched over something drab and arguably quite gross, the sound of these birds talking to each other, singing, calling, speaking makes me stop for a moment and open the patio door a little wider.
I think every day there is something beautiful to behold or experience. Something that permeates our senses and reminds us that, even in the most ugly of days, there is something worthy of our love or admiration, something that makes us pause in our busy, chaotic, sometimes-negative lives to appreciate and acknowledge that subtle, warm feeling spreading through the left side of our chests.
Maybe that’s a idealistic notion, but I do firmly believe that this world is a beautiful place. We just have to look for it sometimes. We’re so conditioned to move at a mile a minute and accomplish and fit in as much as we can in a single day that taking a moment to appreciate the cluster of wildflowers poking up through a crack in the sidewalk could be easily skipped over.
In a world that demands our attention to the most negative of events first, it’s sometimes really easy to adopt a hardened exterior to absorb all of that negativity rather than choose to set it aside and admire this beautiful, incredible, miraculous world in spite of that negativity blitz. I’m by no means a religious person (a pretty staunch agnostic, actually), but I do believe that this world is a miracle and it deserves to receive our admiration, for something as simple a bird’s song to as complex as love and happiness. A moment each day to just stop and marvel at the exquisiteness all around us.
This world is an absolutely stunning place. And we all deserve those precious moments to stop and see it.
What’s one of your recent moments that you stopped to see the beauty?
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