Beauty is Everywhere

I sort of, kind of, pretty much everyday, forget what beauty looks like. I have this strange idea that it all looks the same: one kind of look which can only be found in certain places. And yet I see beauty everywhere: through a window, in the grocery store, in a dried up field of grass; it is always staring me squarely in the face. Can I see it? Can I focus on my eyes for one second on the beauty that matters? Can I see things with the value that they were created to have? I must admit that although I desire to answer all those questions with a hearty "yes," I cannot. For though I question these things, these aspects of life, I am utterly prone to the sins of society. Too often I value the superficial, the shallow, and the vain beauties whose existence cloud my view and hinder my understanding. Too many times I have brushed away the value of that person next to me. Too many times I have lost my understanding of what actually matters in my massive pool of selfishness. On my own I cannot change. On my own I cannot see the world as it ought to be seen. On my own... I can do little. There is still hope, hope for change, hope for a better world where my views are not distorted, but it can only come through the One who created me, the One who created all things: Jesus Christ. When I can finally see life as it should be seen and beauty as it should be seen in every place, I will finally see life in the way that the Creator sees it.

So the question must never be "Where can beauty be found?" but rather "Am I seeing clearly?"