You may think this old periwinkle blue gift box looks pretty. You may think it looks old and scuffed. You may like the way it is positioned, or you may not. But what you don't realize is that this box can hold almost anything. It's a mystery, what's inside, and that's what makes this box so desirable. Who cares what kind of shape it's in, or how many Christmas's, birthdays, Mother's Day's or Father's days we've used this box. Who cares what it first held or what it last held. The only important thing is what it holds now.
The mystery.
Sometimes I feel like that is what the world is selling. The mystery. The secret thing that no one but box owners know about. And everyone buys into it. Everyone wants to know. Everyone feels that nothing is special if it doesn't look provocative and mysterious.
But to me, this box is special for all the reasons I dismissed above. I like it because of the scuff marks, because of how many uses we've gotten out of it, because of all the times it was an instrument to bringing joy to someone, because of it's color and the bow and the perspective. All these things make it beautiful to me, but I didn't realize that until I stopped to think about it.
How often can we say the same about the people we meet or the books we pass up, or the chances we miss because they didn't look interesting or alluring enough to stop and consider?
Just food for thought.
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