I’ve filled so many journals. I’ve written so many blog posts. Filled books with notes and thoughts and scribbles. Taken picture after picture after picture. Written essays and lists and ideas to tuck away for later.
Sometimes I wonder why I do this. Why spend 20 minutes every night scribbling about what happened during the day? Why bother to carry a camera? Why let so many books take up space on my shelves?
I don’t always have a good answer for those questions. But the one I’m using today is that it helps me to look for – and find – the beauty that is always around. Even in the moments and moods that seem least likely to have any beauty lurking in them.