Life is not always what you want, or even what you need. I find myself working a dead end job, living in a white trash neighborhood, dealing with angry teenagers, and having little alone time. Yet, I am committed to search for moments of beauty in this cage of my life. I recently read a post about a woman I know walking to work across a frozen bridge in Missoula, Montana and falling down in the snow and cursing life. The odd thing to me was that I loved that particular walk and used to take that path back and forth daily. For me, it was the motion of my legs, the music in my ears, the currents of the water beneath me, and the birds flying overhead. It was a moment of beauty and the cold air couldn’t rob me of that feeling. Focusing on little good things can make my life better. Therefore, today I saw the light through stained glass windows at an old church, I noticed the luxuriant fur on my cat’s body, and I read T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets. Wherever you are, you can escape into your mind and refocus on the timeless moments of beauty.
