It's amazing how often we look, but don't really see. Objects, scenes, people. We so frequently don't notice what's right before our eyes. We miss so many things because we are so wrapped up in the scenarios in our heads, the stressors of the day, the meal preps of the evening, the Ambien of the night. We ignore the smiles of strangers, the consternation of acquaintances, and the tears of friends. So self involved we are, so selfish that we miss the beauty in all things.
Think of the sunrises you've slept through and the sunsets you've complained about coming too soon. The calls you didn't return and the appointments you failed to take. The people you love and the people you love to neglect.
The acceptable flowers in the yard and the cracks in the concrete springing dandelions to invade your lawn; you mow them all down. The wearing of your carpet and peeling of the paint of your home, you see disrepair when you could see wearing from use of fellowship; the fingerprints on the glasses in your sink from sharing a meal and not eating alone.
Is it worth it? Your perception?
The death of the deer is the delicacy of the buzzard, the carrion beetle, the worm, the soil, the Earth. Nothing ends. There is no ugly. There is only beauty.
We have to learn how to look. We need to look to see.
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