I have often asked myself the reason for the sadness
In a world where tears are just a lullaby
If there’s any answer, maybe love can end the madness
Maybe not, oh, but we can only try
— Carol King, Beautiful

We all know the old expression about the glass being half full or half empty. Are we optimists or pessimists at heart? A stoic might say neither are right, that the glass is simply at the halfway point and we ought to be realistic about that and nothing more. Perhaps. But we all move through this world carrying light or darkness, wearing it on our faces, and the world reacts to us in kind.

If each step of the journey is the entire point of living, then we ought to find some beauty in the moment. We must learn to carry the light, that we may not stumble into darkness. And brighten the faces of those we encounter along the way. They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. If beauty is also a reflection of who we are deep inside, shouldn’t that tell us something about ourselves?

There are days when I quietly quit the world, feeling it’s not my role to be positive or to contribute to the greater good. I’ve done my part, I think to myself, and now it’s time to be less generous with my goodwill. Eventually I snap out of it, shaking off the narcissistic self-talk and come back to the light. What are we here for, after all, but to contribute a verse? Why squander that? We can only try to make that verse beautiful, that others may see.