We're surrounded...

We walk through our lives our heads in the clouds, our heads in our hands, concerned only with our own little world, not knowing that we're surrounded.

You can't see it when you're in it, and when you're in it, there is nothing else. We're surrounded by what we have, surrounded by what we have not, yet we often don't realize that we're also surrounded by something beautiful.

We see and feel and breathe and hear, but it's gray. It's a blur. It makes no sense. There's no rhyme nor reason.

The trick is to take that little wink of beauty that we never expected to see, and to hold it always close. To find that subtle glint of light and use it to make something good. Good for ourselves, good for someone else. And to know that it's not a bad thing to suddenly realize that we're surrounded...