Beauty

Saturday night I went to Newport Beach with a friend and watched the sunset over Catalina Island. It was gorgeous. It got me thinking about how I'm noticing beauty again in my life. It seems like three years ago my life went gray. Everything was another shade of gray. The brilliance of color vanished. The spectre of depression robbed the colors from my life. It reminds me of the lyrics of Grey Street by Dave Matthews:

And she thinks...hey

How did I come to this

I dreamed myself thousand times around the world

But I can't get out of this place

There's an emptiness inside her

And she'd do anything to fill it in

But all the colors mix together To grey,

and it breaks her heart

After the sickness we call depression visited my household, i read many books on the subject. One book called depression being caught in the present moment like there was no future. Just the present moment. Just the misery of how one feels at that moment. Feeling like it is forever. I could see this in my depressed wife. I could see it in myself as the sickness of depression began to affect me as well.
It's good to see colors again. It's good to enjoy a sunset with a friend. It's good to notice the briskness in the weather, the smell of freshness in the air, and the beauty of the world around me. I think this is a good thing.