I find I am continually torn between my life as a the dreamer and the pragmatist.
Between the beauty and the places that are so ugly I can barely stand to look at them.
I think part of faith is believing that the beauty is what's real. In not buying the lie that bitter is all there is.
It occurs to me that beauty shows up in unexpected places...but not if you are too consumed to look for it.
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