Beauty

She herself was not beautiful, but her shirt was – shiny, satiny material with a blue crisscross and circle pattern on a crisp, white background. I watched her back as she walked in front of me, down the train platform, up the stairs to the street above and down one block until we went our separate ways. I thought to myself, “That is a very pretty shirt”.

And in that moment, I realized that the trick to being happy, truly happy, is to find the beauty in every small and simple thing;  and then, to try to become that beauty for another person.

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