This is part of the grateful series.
A tree is one of the most beautiful pieces of nature I’ve witnessed.
Each one infinitely complex. When I walk through a garden or a park, I take time to observe each tree on its own.
Each one has its own personality – it’s own form.
A million words wouldn’t do justice to the beauty of a tree.
It’s marks of age, it’s impurities and it’s span.
Like a sage, with maturity, and no plan.
While a single tree would take me a lifetime to appreciate, I move on to the next one.
I take my next step forward.
I realize then, that trees are the epitome of the way I live my life.
When each tree is sufficient in its complexity to fulfill my curiosity, I move from one tree to the next, often dismissing the trees altogether.
I frequently go on walks and discard the opportunity to truly observe what’s around me.
I tend to be lost in my headphones, or lost in crippling thought.
Our world is the largest art museum. It’s just a matter of learning that everything is a masterpiece – it’s beauty rising with every second of attention you give it.