If you were to ask a fly whether it had seen any flowers in the places that it frequents, it might answer you thus:
’I haven’t seen any flowers at all. But on the other hand, there’s a whole lot of crap in the gutter.’
The most you’d get out of the fly would be stories of which garbage heaps its spent its life searching through.
Yet if you were to ask a bee whether it had seen any filth in its surroundings, it would probably give you this answer:
’Filth? No, I haven’t seen any of that, not anywhere. All I’ve found around here is a multitude of sweet-smelling flowers!’
There will always be those who, upon entering a flourishing meadow, will find the most awful part of it, and sit wallowing in the filth there forever. But there are others who will always search out and locate that one small corner of beauty that you can find even in a swamp, and spend their time there concentrating on the spiritual nourishment it offers them.
In life, we only get what we’re looking for.
