On a quiet Monday evening,
I stand by the shore,
watching waves rise and fall,
listening to the whispers of trees,
the songs of birds,
the vast embrace of earth and sky.
Everything around me feels beautiful,
filled with a sacred, positive energy.

And yet—
if something feels imperfect,
it is not the world,
it is our restless mind.
Our thoughts paint what we see.
A gentle mind finds beauty everywhere;
a troubled mind sees flaws in everything.

We wish for rain to stop
when rushing to the office,
and for rain to begin
when we are home with tea in hand.
But nature does not move
to the rhythm of our desires—
it moves for all.

The truth of life is simple:
when we think only of ourselves,
we see inconvenience.
When we think of the whole,
we discover that every moment,
every breath,
is touched with extraordinary beauty.

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