It does make a difference what you call things.
--Kate Douglas Wiggin
Most of us think of dandelions as weeds.
We buy special tools and poisons when they crop up and complain about them as surely as we welcome the spring that brings them.
Yet is there anything more lovely than a sea of yellow dandelions by the side of the road in June?
Or as remarkable in transformation as the filaments of the mature dandelion blowing on the wind?
Sometimes we let someone else define for us what are weeds and what are flowers.
We don't have to.
Much of the beauty of the world is that we ourselves decide what is beautiful according to our own feelings.
How lucky we are that, when we choose to, we can open our eyes and see!
Can I see the beauty in those around me right now?
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