The year 2013 will not soon be forgotten, at least not by me. Why? Fireworks. Lots of them.
Strange thing about fireworks, people just can’t seem to get enough of them. Every year on Independence Day, how do we celebrate? Fireworks.
You probably remember why, but in case you can use a refresher, here’s a hint…..July 4, 1776, the day the Declaration of Independence was signed.
Now I don’t know about you, but when I reflect upon my own personal metaphor of fireworks, normally, there is no cause for celebration.
Frankly, why should I celebrate explosions which for the most part are ugly, with more explosions so beautiful, that crowds are drawn closer, to gaze upon these bursts of creative beauty.
Within this question, the answer is given. Fireworks, emit bursts of rare creative beauty.
I must be kidding right?
Where is the beauty in a blast of hot wind, while standing at the gravesite, waiting for the casket to be lowered?
Where is the beauty staring at a loved one lying in the hospital bed, barely holding on with the help of life support?
Could any beauty be found in the countless daily disasters both small and great that inevitably happen to every creature lucky enough to draw breath?
For that matter, what is beauty anyway? Pretty confusing question, unless you know the right answer. The proof of the confusion, is the infinitely wide spectrum of what people define as beautiful.
This is my answer regarding the question of beauty. Beauty is something you don’t need to add to, and you don’t need to subtract from.
Beauty satisfies as it provides pleasure.
A true mystery indeed, involves the link that holds ugly and beautiful.
Where does the one end and the other begin, and how often do they switch places?
AFFIRMATIONS DIVINE 