The unnoticed beauty

I find that life is truly amazing when contemplating the difference between the way i look at things in life comparing to yesterday[as in the past]. I lived temporarily. I used to plan every single day, so i can make the most of it. Planning is tiring and not very efficient because it deprives a great pleasure, which is the pleasure of appreciaating beauty that engulfs us.

In the last two months, I changed this habit of mine by being more relaxed, more accepting, and more caring about the people in my surrounding. So in an attempt to appreciate this beauty i will account every piece and tip f beauty.

There is beauty that is salient to the eyes, that has been described as beautiful by so many people and for so many good reasons, like the sunset, the full moon, the verdant nature and cute little babies. And there is the unnoticed beauty, the one we pass every morning and every evening, so in so that we are heedles to its beauty. I find comfort and joy in spotting this kind of beauty because it is inert yet of great effect to those who acknowledge its existence.

The unnoticed beauty that I’m speaking of is my dad’s ability to discern a sweet watermelon by holding it and hitting it few times, when I asked how does he know which is a good watermelon without opening it or by the size of it, and only by holding it. He told me that it has to do with the sound the watermelon makes when it’s hit on the sides. All the sounds were the same to me but not for my dad who worked as a farmer for a long time.

The following situation: you’re in your sister graduation ceremony, it’s crowded, loud and a bit annoying. You are listening to the dull speeches by not so important figures. You are waiting for you sister to get on the stage so she can perform her piece on the piano (that she composed). The beauty lies in the feeling of being afloat over all the crowds, hovering in this buffer zone between the reality and an alternative one. It is not a bad thing, but rather ana amazing thing that provides you with the upper look on people around you. Then when your sister starts playing her soothing music that penetrate the limits between this world of yours that you have created and the real one. Only music does that.

Playing chess is fun, my mom taught me to play chess at such a young age that I grew up with playing chess on a friday morning for over 3 hours without being tired. It was fun because it brought us together too. In retrospect, what i found irritable in my eyes at that time seems incredibly beautiful now. I remember when my mom would “cheat” with us so she can help us win, and then she would not pretend that she didn’t do such thing.

Running on a hot summer morning, when the weather is thick with heat yet there’s this lurking cold breeze in between that keeps you going.

If I notice” this unnoticed beauty shouldn’t I call it noticed then? normal beauty? and how do i define noticed and unnoticed by people? As soon as it become problematic i will drop all titles and spotting beauty appreciating it will suffice me.