“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” - Confucius
I’ve always been someone who sees beauty in all sorts of places and circumstances. It’s an innate instinct that I have. I simply can’t help it. By beauty I don’t mean just aesthetics. Actually, what I mostly mean is a poetic quality to life.
This is a difficult concept for me to explain with words. Probably because it pertains to the world of intuition and is very difficult to grasp in its entirety. The one thing that I know is that in order to be able to fully and truly experience a moment of beauty I must leave all logic and words behind and allow myself to simply give in, melt into the moment and experience a sense of gentle abandonment.