The metaphor here is the rain which must have come down a bit last night as it looked crap outside at 6:30am, but now nearly an hour later it looks no bad; the sun is peeking through the clouds, it’s still. But just as the rain turns the grass green, greener, greenest so does thoughts that affect our moods, and this lightens our prospects for the day. We are what we are. We are what we think, and if that is always ugly unhappy thoughts then we are destined to live in an ugly unhappy world.
Whereas if we can continue to see the beauty in everyday life, from grand vistas, the hugest of views, to the tiny fragments, the specks of dust falling on the glass, we shall be in a much better position both in our minds and out of it. The more art, whether its classical painting, modernist sculpture, highbrow literature or trashy pulp detective novels, we can appreciate, the better. It is not in the eye of the beholder, it is the eye of everyone, maybe they just don’t know it yet, or see it the way they should. My thoughts today will remain positive, appreciative and thankful for the beauty of life itself. What else can I do?