“The man who moves a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.” ~Confucius
Perseverance must begin somewhere…in a cold and dark room in the very early morning in the dead of winter. It is sharp with a hard edge, tempered by a million stings. Perseverance is tired but hears the shrill of the alarm in that damn biting cold and gets up anyway.
Perseverance doesn’t think. It doesn’t moan or complain. It just acts. It never questions, it does….and never under any excuses does it ever make excuses. It is strong, steadfast and true. It is a port in the storm and it can weather it all, from wind to rain and sleet and snow. Perseverance can outlast any hurricane.
Perseverance is not easy. It is hard-fought and not easily won. It comes in fits and starts and twists and turns. At times it flows like the mighty Mississippi, at other times it drips and drips like a leaky tap. Sometimes it doesn’t come at all. It is when we feel low, when we are alone in the pitch black darkness…we shout and plead and scream “please help me!” and our pleas fall on deaf ears, no one comes to help and our despair only grows. It as if we are at the end of a slippery rope, our hands bleed trying to hold on, we think we cannot hold on but somehow from seemingly nowhere we find the strength to hold on….
Perseverance is a broken foot that walks a million miles…it is a voice that sings a million songs. Perseverance is a heart that loves a million times over and is always ready to love once again.
You can fall a million times, a billion…Perseverance will get you back up…it always does and always will. Cling on to this miracle. Hold it in your hand and never let go and it will never let go of you…
I could wax poetic about beauty and truth and truth and beauty. I could tell you how it comes from within. I could also try to dazzle and amaze you with reworked platitudes about how beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I could attempt to be clever with an impressive display of wordplay and innuendo. I could take a stab at being philosophical about beauty. I might even write a poem or sing a song about the subject. I could do all this…but alas, that has all been done before…
…so, instead I’ll let the quotes speak for themselves and just say; sometimes beauty is just to be enjoyed and nothing more.