the beauty of everything.

(this was written under one of my favourite trees)

beauty is a funny thing. it seems like the whole world is striving to find this sense of what true beauty is. we try to make ourselves look, and portray this idea of beauty. unfortunately, the sad truth is that we're so consumed with it, that we don't realize it's right in front of us.

we are beautiful. the fact that i can write these words is beautiful. this ink soaking into this paper is beautiful. we spend so much time worrying about beauty, when all we really have to do it open our eyes.

life is beautiful, it will always be beautiful, God is good.

i'm thankful for the beauty of life. i'm thankful God made such a beautiful, articulate, complex world. i can be consumed by sadness and grief, and just by leaning back against this tree, watching the leaves fall, and saying "God is good", all the grief can drift away. i'm thankful that God gave us beauty, and i want to make sure i live my life with that thought in mind.

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at the exact moment i stopped writing, two friends of mine, who just happen to be madly in love, appeared, and asked, "how are you?" i smiled, and replied, "i'm happy."