I walked out of my dust-covered tent today to a sky the color of dirty dishwater and sighed at how bleak the landscape can be out here. Then I turned and noticed that there are rows of bright yellow daisies growing wild between the tents, coming up out of the gray gravel. A man can always find beauty if he only looks for it.
Contrary to what American culture teaches us, the quest for beauty is what life is about. I find it most in the people I love, but since I can’t be near them, I suppose flowers in the desert will do temporarily.