It was very hard to find something beautiful today. The day was long and emotionally tough for me. The walls (and life itself) felt huge and imposing so I stepped outside for a bit.
I love flowers. Today, I was particularly drawn towards these white flowers that were abundantly blooming in the yard.
As I was focusing, preparing for another shot, something caught my eye.
There he was, a bright orange thing, thriving on the petals of my flower.
At that point, I realized that even though the summer heat was killing practically everything outside (like my grass), there was still life, thriving.
And just like this day when I feel down, as if I would drown in my own anxieties, I can still live. I AM living.
And life, in and of itself, is definitely beautiful.