The Flower by the Roadside.

For most of my working life, I was always in a hurry. Every morning, I rushed to work. Every evening, I returned home tired. There was hardly time to stand and stare. The world around me became nothing more than a blur.

Then I attended a mobile photography class.

I thought I was learning how to take better photographs. Instead, I learned how to see. As I practised composition, I began to notice patterns, colours, light, and shapes that had always been there.

One day, I stopped to photograph a tiny, colourful flower growing quietly by the roadside. I had walked past that spot countless times without noticing it. If something so beautiful could remain hidden in plain sight, I wondered how many other wonders I had missed.

From then on, I started paying attention to the little moments around me. I watched God paint the sky with brilliant colours at sunrise and sunset. Sunlight streaming through a window became a masterpiece. A majestic tree standing at the entrance of a park looked like a faithful guardian. Every ordinary day was filled with quiet beauty.

Photography did not change the world. It changed the way I looked at it. Everywhere I go now, I see the handiwork of God, and my heart is filled with gratitude. Beauty was always there.

Now I simply cannot unsee it.