Where do you find beauty? (Writing Prompt)

This was my answer to a short writing prompt: where do you find beauty? If between the falling angel and the rising ape lies man, then between ecstasy and horror does beauty reside. That undefined realm of possibility bears witness to humanity's distilled grace and disgrace. In each duality that makes up our lives, neither can exist without the other, and yet at some point, both were equally possible.

There is beauty in the longing of an injured bird for flight, because it has the sweet memories of sky and a future full of soaring. There is beauty in realizing truth, because everyone has a chance to lie and sometimes choose not to. There is beauty even in destruction, because out of the ashes emerges hope.

In a world of love and hate, war and peace, and life and death, there are moments of simply being. I wonder at those grey pauses, because for me, the most beautiful thing of all is to feel that crucial moment when everything changes.

Some find beauty in things. I find it in the space between.