We are surrounded by beauty. Yes, just as we are surrounded by "goodness" and "love."
Why then do some of us see it? Find it? Experience it?
In truth there is no one, simple, answer to that question. Some places are less filled with beauty than others. Some lives less surrounded by goodness and love.
But that said, if we look about something else is to be observed: And that is that what we each see is what we choose to see.
We as a rule find what, and only what, we are looking for.
We experience only what we allow ourselves to experience.
Like beauty, love and goodness can be seen -- or they can be passed over. -Left unseen. Ignored.
Choices over time, too, have an effect. A beautiful home is generally the product of many months or years of planning and executing. A beautiful garden does not grow in a single season. -It begins there, but that is only its beginning. Much work must follow.
Beautiful friendships, too, take time to create and grow. And this, too, takes labor.
I make it a daily goal to to create and post at least one share-worthy photograph a day. It pleases me when others take pleasure in viewing these. But in truth the one who is best rewarded by the images is me -- and that is not in their posting, but in the creating. In the seeing that follows the searching, and the work that follows that.
That assignment -- finding an image that is to me worth sharing -- forces me to look for the beauty that is all around me. To see, not just what is, but possibilities. And then to extract those possibilities -- the things seen in my mind and imagination -- and make them real, clear, and focused. Obvious, hopefully, to even a casual looker on.
The real reward is in the looking. And in the work of creating. This is true for art, Yes. And for music. And for relationships. Indeed it is true for everything.
Seeing the possibilities is where the journey begins. Being satisfied with nothing less and working to create them is the road. All beyond that is merely the destination.
We either go there, or we do not. That choice, too, is ours.
Yes beauty IS all around us. To be extracted from life. Squeezed out of it like juice from a piece of fruit. And very often only then is it available to be savored and enjoyed.
It can't be bought. It does not come pre-packaged.
Some may say "yeah, but you are lucky. I see your photos. You are surrounded by beauty. For you it is everywhere."
For such that think that way here is a little secret: Even that very real beauty often has to be found, extracted, and created. Yes, it is there, but often not obviously so.
Here, as an example, is my "sharable" photo from this morning. First what I shared, and next to it where it came from -- what the camera saw -- the actual photograph. The first -- the image I shared -- is what I sought and found within the later.
Both are in truth the same photo. The choice of what to see and what to share was mine. -To be extracted, modified, squeezed, made "other."
Just as with life itself.