Today, no matter where I am, I focus on that which I want to see.

A photographer standing in a wrecked street can make an image of one flower growing out of the rubble, and it is not a lie. The rubble is still in the street. The frame was a decision about where to put attention, not a claim about what exists.

Attention behaves the same way across a day. There will be nine things wrong and two things right, and both counts are accurate.

Which one you spend the afternoon inside is partly up to you and partly not. On the days it is partly up to you, it is worth spending well.