Some of the most beautiful places in the world can elicit the most profound sadness. There is a trait in humanity that drives us to seek what makes us happy, and many of us find happiness in beauty. When we come across true beauty, in all its myriad shapes, forms, sights, and textures, we feel something powerful. We feel complete and whole and made in gold. We attain what we look for. Such heart-rending beauty makes us wish we could live in that feeling forever, and it is with that thought the feeling suddenly molders and spoils like a dying tree in the dark. We suddenly realize the ephemerality of what we behold, be it because of the temporariness of our own life, or the fleeting longetivity of what we are in awe of.

The saddest feeling in the world is knowing that when we find happiness, it will always, inevitably, inexorably, leave us. No one is happy forever. But those brief glimpses of beauty beyond pale blast away the gray dust of daily life like a wind possessed, and we find ourselves refreshed once again. But so often, we ignore the gusts that swirl around us day to day. We pay no mind to the way the sun filters through a tree, leafy and green. We take little notice of the passing Venus in the multitude, hair floating in the air, soft curves inviting us to admire her form. The sound of laughing children who see all these tiny insects of pure happiness, and think nothing of how so many around them willingly squash them.

Notice them. Notice them all, however slight or magnificient.

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