The most beautiful place on earth. A place that will always bring happiness. It doesn’t exist.

Now, I did try to find it. I moved to Sedona because I thought the colors and forms that struck my eyes once upon a time would continuously bring happiness.

They didn’t. Stressors and pains crept in. Life crept in. The beautiful landscape became taken for granted and proved my human nature is inescapable anywhere.

But that part of me which caused pleasant emotions to swell for seeing God’s creative power upon land will always be.

There will always be longing to feel emotions similar to what I felt for first seeing those Red Rocks in Northern Arizona.

There will always be longing to feel ethereal beauty all days of my life.

And one day – and probably only in the next life – I will find it.

But I will find it.