Looking through some old photographs a few minutes ago I realized (not for the first time) that I am living a charmed life. I like the expression, because charms are little things that sparkle and little things that sparkle are the things charmed lives are made of (figuratively speaking.)
Despite this analogy, I'm not a jewelry affionado. I am just big into gratitude and all of its benefits in terms of persepective and contentment. I truly believe we are all surrounded by beauty and love - beauty and love are everywhere like hidden Mickeys at Disneyland, only more commonplace and even less conspicuous.
I don't always feel this way, of course. Day-to-day life is, in many ways, a struggle. I see very little beauty in bills, laundry, or traffic, for example. In this life we experience the bitter and the sweet, but we get to choose which one draws our focus. Do we complain (because there is much to complain about), or do we appreciate?
Some corresponding thoughts from greater thinkers than me:
That which we feel as beauty we shall one day know as truth. -- Schiller (I think he's onto something here...he and Keats' "Ode on a Grecian Urn"...)
And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed round our incompleteness - round our restlessness, his rest. -- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Beautifully stated as always and such a unique persepctive.
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