The Eye of the Beholder

A mate of mine would say, “it would bring tears to a glass eye.”
That came to mind as I was reflecting on the music posted.  I also read on the site about a mum who’s bedroom was engulfed in flames and the lady became disoriented.  Four kids across the road, ages 14 to 17, saw the smoke and carried out the lady.  Thus saving her life.
I am so glad to hear of such things and to see a blind performer singing what I think is beautiful (as is the person’s voice who sings with him.)
That gets to me.  What I see so much of is what I call creeping ugliness.  I once read that what is happening is like reading a book at dusk.  I get so absorbed in the book, I do not realize how dark it has gotten until I look up.
I see beautiful locations advertised accessible now only to the rich.  Yet when I look at the places, they were what I grew up in and accessed all the time.  In Sydney a place was set aside for a people’s place, and a casino was allowed to go there.
It seems to me that this world is getting uglier and beautiful places inaccessible.  That to me is not right.  I do not deny the rights of the rich and powerful, but I also do not deny the rights of the poor and powerless.  To me beauty is not the right of the rich only.  Beauty is for all.
Yet having said that I do believe that although locations are becoming more inaccessible to many, everyday people cannot be locked out of beauty.  Beauty is to be found not only in places - but in people.  The stories I started with, (amongst others), reflect beauty in people.
While much is a road to exclusion, it seems to me there are those who refuse to accept the limitations of the increasingly limited amount on offer.  Although marred, I, like many, recognise and respond to beauty.
Character and good will are not dead – but they are becoming less obvious.  I will promote beauty, character and good will.  When enough do something, it assumes a life bigger than its parts.