Lori Deschene
"If we
look at
the world
with a
love of life,
the world
will reveal its beauty to us.”
-Daisaku Ikeda
Whenever I visit my family in Massachusetts, I notice changes all around me. Sometimes it’s something major,
like a Rite Aid where a Mom and Pop shop used to be. Sometimes it’s something less noticeable, like a new door
on my parents’ neighbor’s house.
like a Rite Aid where a Mom and Pop shop used to be. Sometimes it’s something less noticeable, like a new door
on my parents’ neighbor’s house.
Other times, these changes take place in my family. My mother’s changed her hair color, or my sister looks
completely different after weeks on a new diet, or my father’s decided to embrace bright-colored clothes–despite
formerly insisting to my mother that they’re “beige and earth tones people.”
completely different after weeks on a new diet, or my father’s decided to embrace bright-colored clothes–despite
formerly insisting to my mother that they’re “beige and earth tones people.”
Minor or major, outside or inside, every change catches my eye when I’m visiting because I’m there so infrequently.
Each shift reminds me that a lot of life has happened in my absence, and it’s imperative that I notice and appreciate
every beautiful detail while I have the chance to do it.
Each shift reminds me that a lot of life has happened in my absence, and it’s imperative that I notice and appreciate
every beautiful detail while I have the chance to do it.
Anything can change in a heartbeat, and so much often does before we have the chance to stop, admire, and enjoy
the beauty in how things are.
the beauty in how things are.
If we want to, we can make a million-and-one excuses to get caught up in our heads, wondering when things
are going to get good. I know I’ve done it before, and I’ve missed a lot in the process.
are going to get good. I know I’ve done it before, and I’ve missed a lot in the process.
The alternative is to make a point every day to notice all the beautiful details, as they are, while they’re there.
This moment will never come again.
What’s there to love today?
This moment will never come again.
What’s there to love today?
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