Every moment has something beautiful in it, even if it’s only the tiniest potential for something good, or a trigger for a memory of something true and perfect and real…
How to see the beauty in everything
How I did it: It came to me, all at once one day.I was sitting there, waiting for the bus to come take me home from a long day at school. I was sitting there feeling terribly sorry for myself wondering what I was doing with myself and how anyone else had a clue about themselves.Then a spark went off in my mind. “Does it matter if they know or not?” I struggled with the question. “Of course it matters! If someone doesn’t know what they’re doing how can they be certain they’re doing the right thing?” I rationalized. Then the idea grew further “If you need to know what you’re doing and why, what makes you different from a robot working with the code given to him?” Again, I struggled.Was I any different from an automaton? I couldn’t tell at all at that moment. I started to panic. Was I just a mere biological processor of code? I hated that idea, it made me feel powerless, which in turn terrified me.Amidst my struggles I stopped suddenly. A part of me was standing back, watching my antics, laughing. I was being ridiculous, fretting over ideas and theories. During that time, the bus had arrived and I was on my way home, and that time was essentially wasted. I gained little from my worry.As I sat there, dumbfounded by my fretting I noticed something. I liked what I saw. The sky was a deep dark blue. It was a normal night sky, nothing particularly beautiful about it, but I liked it.I liked the way the sky looked. It didn’t have any bearing on whether or not I had free will or knew what I was doing or anything. It was nice, and I liked it. That’s all.Then there was a surge of appreciation. For the sky, the bus, the people, my clothes, my backpack, even my inner struggles. It was a moment of serenity, but within it was a spark of love not only for the moment, or the things held therein, but for life. The good and the bad. It all had it’s place and an inherent beauty.I found beauty the second I let go of my worries. Beforehand I would have never of made that connection, but ever since then it’s been true for me.I still don’t know what to do with myself, but I am no longer angry or frightened by this. It is what it is. Just so, I can find beauty in my endeavors to overcome that issue.And that was how seeing the beauty in everything came to me
Lessons & tips: The lesson is obvious I think.
Resources: My mind
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out into the world on my own (I am only 16) I can see the beauty of everything. I left home for foreign exchange in Japan. I have been here 6 months and I have 4 left. I just hope that my life doesnt return to the rut I was in before back in America.
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I do it! I know I do it, even if I don’t really wanna accept it.. I see beauty in everything. I think I need it to survive, that keeps me alive in a certain way. Seeing beauty in every “slaps” of my life and every “nasty situations” bring me a little bit of faith, a little bit of courage to pass through. That makes me stronger.. a little bit more every day..
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When things go wrong.. we all need to see a positive issue inside.. we must see beauty in everything, ‘cause it’s the only way to go out.. to pass through it and suceed..
my college proffesor taught me great techniques and tips for using a paintbrush and pencil. the best thing he taught me was to actually look at something, and figure out what colors are in it. for example-trees. every elementary student paints trees brown. tree’s arent brown though, they are all different shades of grey.
i suggest taking any item and seeing what colors are there. it makes even the most drab drive through a city, on my way home from work, enjoyable-to just notice the shadows of trees/buildings/people.
(eh i guess i shouldnt write so much when im tired. hope this makes some sense :)
Because this year, with my studies, I don’t find the time to look the beauty in something… And when I try, I can’t convince me that our world is beautiful, observing humans being… But I have to tell that some little things make life better. Like when I leave the library in the cold night, and Paris’ lights are on, with musicians on streets…
WE ARE! WE DON’T NEED ANYTHING TO BE HAPPY. TRUST THAT GOD IS BRINGING YOU THE BEST! And with that Being able to see the beauty in everything allows us to be happy, and not brought down into others personal dramas. Seeing the beauty in ourselves is probably the most important part!






