Life is a series of events that we experience and find beauty in.
Each blade of grass has to feel something when the sun comes out. Without it, they couldn't survive.
A baby can only feel joy for the mother that nursed him.
With life comes trial. Situations that force you to stop and feel.
I'm lucky enough to be able to see the beauty in these trying situations. Even funerals are beauteous to me, because we recognize that someone who meant something to all of us existed and now is gone, but will not be forgotten. When funerals are over, the family is happy just to be together again, to share laughs, memories and tears with one another. That, to me, is beautiful.
Today my mother told me that my grandfather has cancer.
I could experience this negatively, or I could be grateful that I grew up with my grandparents around and that they're still here today.
That, to me is also beautiful. As is life.
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