There is a story of a monk who brings one flower into the room of other monks. He holds it up before them. They look at each other and question, "What does it mean? He's not doing anything? What is he saying? What are we supposed to learn?" The room buzzes. But one man just smiles. He smiles and knows. The monk with the flower smiles back. They both know, and are at peace knowing, sometimes, it's just about the simple beauty of a flower.
I hope you can find that beauty, every day. It's there for you. Just look around, and when you see it, smile. Your smile will help the others see.