I see the beauty in things all the time, However beauty is in the eye, ears, touch, scent, and taste of the beholder. When the seeing become blind then they will be able to see beauty. Get that vision back and your ability to see beauty in all things becomes vivid. Now the beauty of the story would be great if he gave not only the money he collected but also a few 100K to a charity. I can not understand how someone can make 1+M a year and live high and large without a thought in the world for those less fortunate.
Can you see the beauty in a bald woman? The beauty is she knows who she is.
The beauty in a common weed? Its surviving when every lawn owner is trying to kill it.
The beauty in street graffiti? Someone has a artistic mind but just not focusing it into something good.
The beauty in nature; say a rock formation? It took mother nature eons to create the beauty that makes you pause, however your lifetime passes by faster everyday, that beauty will be there to be looked upon by your great-great-great grand children and will look the same as the day you laid your eyes upon it.
The beauty of a snap dragon flower on a salad? brightens your taste buds knowing you picked it from the garden.
The beauty in the sound of crickets chirping at night?
The beauty in the feeling of a rose petal? Smooth as silk
The beauty in a baby crying?
Beauty surrounds us even when our day is rushed? The herd of people lining the sidewalks traveling in the same direction like animals heading for slaughter , yet their mass moves as one instead of a few hundred all thinking of something different.
Can you see the beauty in a bald woman? The beauty is she knows who she is.
The beauty in a common weed? Its surviving when every lawn owner is trying to kill it.
The beauty in street graffiti? Someone has a artistic mind but just not focusing it into something good.
The beauty in nature; say a rock formation? It took mother nature eons to create the beauty that makes you pause, however your lifetime passes by faster everyday, that beauty will be there to be looked upon by your great-great-great grand children and will look the same as the day you laid your eyes upon it.
The beauty of a snap dragon flower on a salad? brightens your taste buds knowing you picked it from the garden.
The beauty in the sound of crickets chirping at night?
The beauty in the feeling of a rose petal? Smooth as silk
The beauty in a baby crying?
Beauty surrounds us even when our day is rushed? The herd of people lining the sidewalks traveling in the same direction like animals heading for slaughter , yet their mass moves as one instead of a few hundred all thinking of something different.