The crappy things in this world can hardly stamp out its beauty. Even the crappy things beautify, although sometimes only by comparison.
And I’m thankful for that- for the persistence of beauty.
For my little brother who helped me fix up the rickety old van I’ll desperately need this quarter in school.
For the guy who returned the things I left at Jiffy Lube.
For Speed Levitch and his amazing tour-guide show.
For the person who fixed the office air conditioning.
For the office air conditioning.
For any air conditioning.
For the photographer who took this picture, contrasting the erratic flight of fireflies with the trajectory of stars.
For Her, who understands and accepts me… and loves me enough to see me through my less-than-shining moments.
For the professor who saw something and went out of their way to validate it.
For the woman who got arrested for defacing that islamaphobic advertisement in a New York subway, may her tribe increase.
For that person who asked how I felt about all the changes.
For the fact that the world is filled with beautiful things I’ll never remember… that beauty isn’t somehow limited to the eye or memory of this beholder… but simply is.
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