Dual

I can be sad. I can be frustrated. Sometimes those emotions rise up, and I can’t even find the reason why. I just know they’re there.

But then I look around.

I am sad, I am frustrated—yet it’s still beautiful.

The sun is shining. Flowers are in bloom. Day will turn into night, and night into day again.

Even when sadness lingers, even when frustration won’t let go, the world holds its beauty.

When was the last time you felt heavy emotions but still noticed something beautiful around you?