Beauty

There’s a lot of beauty around me. I find it so hard to see it though. I probably live in the filthiest country on the planet, yet occasionally when I do manage to come out of my revulsion, I see beauty. It’s there everywhere and I am so blind to it.
The entire Universe is built on beauty. There is no ugly. Only we call things ugly. But ugly for one, is beauty for the other. But we are so, so blind to it. Blinded by our self-centered thoughts, judgments, perception and so on. We look at everything in either black or white. We never see the grays and greens and purples. Either it’s ugly or it’s beautiful.
But I feel this view is so wrong. Beauty and ugliness are just one and the same. Like light and dark. Ultimately there is no light or dark. Or beauty or ugly. Things just are the way they are. Perfect, with a purpose and just where they are supposed to be. It’s our obsessive-compulsive minds which make it a point to define and label everything. Assign a position, duty and description to it. We cannot accept that things are exactly what they are supposed to be and where they are supposed to be. It’s our egoistic, control freak natures acting out. We try to change things to how we think they are supposed to be. We often succeed to an extent. But eventually things turn haywire and then snap back to right where they were actually supposed to be, reaching equilibrium.

Coming back to finding beauty everywhere. It is there. Are not the million raindrops that hang off every surface after the rain beautiful? Is not the shiny, multi-patterned skin of the snake sunning itself beautiful? The clumps of soil that stick to my shoes? They are beautiful. They nurture life. They are the basis of life. The little street urchins who run around naked in the rain with wild abandon in their eyes? They are also so beautiful. So perfect and so beautiful. The smile on the beggar lady’s face when she receives a coin is beautiful. So much beauty around me that I don’t notice. I am blinded by my own petty miseries and self-centeredness. Literally blinded because when I get lost in my thoughts I do not register my surroundings in any way. Maybe that is why I find myself unhappy so often. I focus only on the ugly and ignore the inherent beauty in everything. Things are so perfect. Vibrating and existing to the Universe’s rhythm.
Another thing I fail to see is that I am not separate from that beauty. I am part of it too. I am a creation of the Universe and I am part of that beauty. I am vibrating too, just like everything else to the music of the Universe. I am beautiful too. The dissatisfaction I feel at myself has no basis because I am inherently perfect and beautiful. But I am no different from the clump of earth or the weed that grows in the ditch. I am no different from the grand mountains or the breathtaking sky either. I am the same, because I am made of the same particles, I am made of the same beauty as all these are.
I wish each one of us would realize this and appreciate ourselves more. See that we are all not very different from each other. Appreciate each other more. See how perfect everything is. Realize that everything happens for a reason and everything has a place of its own in the Universe’s grand scheme of things. There is also no need to fight at all. When we see that we are just little pieces in a giant jigsaw puzzle and no being is more important that any other, we would never fight again. The entire world would then vibrate with love, peace, harmony. We would all be one. One large family in love and peace.