on beauty

not in the forced laugh, not in the painted face. beauty is more often than not found in what is mundane, even ugliness, in grace. yesterday, i saw a funeral procession and it was beautiful for all its fragile humanity. like Coleridge’s Mariner, finding beauty in the usually unexpected places lifts the albatross of despair from my neck, always. and that’s when i realize…my life may not be ideal or happy or perfect, but beautiful it is.

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