One winter evening my sister and I were smoking weed out her bedroom window when she said something that still rings in my ears.
She was even a little embarrassed to say it.
“I think everyone’s beautiful, in their own way. At first, maybe they’re not beautiful, and then you look a bit closer and find that even the weirdest features have their own weird beauty.”
Every day is like that; every plant, every animal, every relationship. Even the grim and horrifying parts of life have their own, twisted, fascinating beauty.
Life is beautiful.
It’s not that everyone’s beautiful to somebody.
Everybody’s beautiful when we take the time to look.
Sometimes it’s just really hard to find.