Life is Beautiful

I find myself saying this a lot. I know, I know, it's very cliché, but it expresses my sentiments very well. I don't mean to say that life is always rosy or that every day is happy. That's not it at all. I think we learn to take the good with the bad, the joy with the sorrow, the laughter with the tears. Opposition in all things. But I feel like that balance of positive and negative is really crucial. It always seems like the little things that I probably wouldn't even think about are just absolutely wonderful when I'm dealing with something not-so-beautiful.

There are so many kinds of beautiful. There's the natural beauty of a tree, the human beauty of a pretty face, the pure beauty of a newborn baby, the affecting beauty of a piece of art, the beauty in the movement of a dancer. And then there's a sort of heart wrenching beauty of something so sweet, so perfect, and so amazing that you want to somehow be connected with it, to reach out and touch it, so see if you could somehow affect such beauty. I've been thinking a lot lately about what makes something lovely and why we all like such different things. What would the world be like if we all liked the same things? Boring? Perfect? Peaceful? Contentious?

So, this post doesn't really have a purpose or any deep meaning, it's just me rambling a bit. But on occasion I like to fling my ramblings out into the void, just to see if they come back or hit anyone along the way. *fling!*