I went outside after the rain the other day and looked up at the sky and it made me wonder:
Some people search far and wide for beauty, travelling great distances and visiting exotic destinations. Perhaps, though, it’s not so much about finding as it is about recognising beauty when it crosses our path.
How do we get so caught up in grandeur that we disregard and dismiss simplicity?
Why are we obssessed with the novel, the new and exciting, that we take for granted the everyday?
When will we learn to stop, take a breath, look around and try to see that beauty isn’t just what’s there but what we choose to make of it.