I see art in everything—the way leaves dance in the wind,the way flowers bloom like quiet songs,the way roots hold the earth like a promise.

The sky is a painting, endless and free,every creature, every breath—a masterpiece made by God's hands.

But when I look at my own reflection,I see nothing.No art, no beauty, no light.Just a face, just a shadow.

Why can I see the world as something so beautiful,but never see myself the same way?Is this a gift?Or is this a curse?