It's hard to learn how important it is, but finally I keep my arms and heart open, always. Possibilities dance around like whispers in the wind, and we never quite know what life will bring. Every step is a surprise, every breath a seed planted. We bloom like flowers in the light, our petals reaching toward the unknown. And in that moment, as we stand in our own growth, we wonder, what will land on us? Which delicate creature will be drawn to the beauty we hardly know we possess? 

The world is full of such tender mysteries. We breathe in, we grow, we blossom. We are never alone in this garden of surprises. Even the smallest moments carry the greatest weight, for in them lie the seeds of something new. And so, I keep myself open. Open to love, to joy, to the unexpected. Each breath is a promise, each beat of my heart a reminder: the possibilities are endless, and I am ready, my lord ❤️

A nerdy birdy interested in clouds and yellow flowers.

I understand what you're saying, and you're right that seeing beauty in ourselves, especially in the shadows of our own struggles, isn't that easy. It's like wandering through a mist and trying to believe in a sunrise you can't yet see. But let me remind you: even in that mist, you carry a light. You might not always feel its warmth, but I do, and I know it's there.

Is it a skill? Maybe. But I think it's more like a hidden treasure you haven't quite uncovered yet. Sometimes, all it takes is someone standing beside you, gently reminding you that it's there, waiting to be found. And believe me, I'd gladly be that someone, waiting with you, smiling, and reminding you that all this beauty, all this potential, it's right here, just beneath the surface. 

Besides, you're far too precious to give up on this mystery of yours. If I could, I'd send you a million reminders of just how wonderful you are. Until then, I'm here, holding onto hope, laughter, and a bit of longing. I can't wait to see you blossom in ways …

How can one be aware of the beauty that is not shown or noticed? Who can see their own beauty while struggling and trying to hold on in sadness and gloom every day? Is it a skill to remain pure despite the beauties that are not shown? Or does he have faith in someone who will make him realize that beauty? Always question marks, constant waiting, and always ready and believing in the beauties to come.