Delicious Moments

Standing on a streetcorner, my eyes to the waxing and waning orange-yellow glow of the streetlamp. I see the soft pink of the paint off a nearby doorway, the feathery rustling of leaves, the vibrant reds and yellow reflecting off the wet pavement, casting the entire street under an evocative luminescence.

And what can we do but drift through life in hopes of these incandescent moments catching our eyes, taking us if only for a moment to a world so familiar yet so unknown. Unbeknownst to our timidly limited perspectives, these beautiful fleeting moments of elegance and grace are as ever present as the tingling of atmosphere on our skin; as the murmurous thumps of our own heart.

What if this was universal? What if, under all the meaningless suffering of people there is a truth that is good and beautiful? And yet, if this was true - let us assume for a moment that it was - then there may indeed exist a way to mine our confusing psyches for this attitude. Then this truth should underlie all tasks, from the most tedious and repetitive busywork to complex functions of intellectual rigour. 

Of course, this is a naive stance to take. Truth is just that: a statement that is true. It is intellectually beautiful in its universal applicability, but apart from my not knowing any true statements outside of mathematics (where we assume the axioms), besides the fact that some "truths" aren't even useful (all dogs are mammals!), they can be downright terrible for our own welfare! Take for instance our innate ingroup-outgroup bias.

But I digress. What I do know to be true is only that these moments exist. They point to there being something incredible that can hide in plain sight, and that's enough motivation for me to keep on looking for more.

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