The beauty of a gem is that it can be ignored. To some, it’s a rock. But to others, it’s a manifestation of nature’s collaborative forces. If its elegance isn’t seen, it might as well not exist. It won’t beg for appreciation because its beauty truly is in the eyes of the beholder; if the beholder is unable to breech the barrier of valuation, it’s worthless. But if the beholder can grasp the unadulterated magnificence, be in awe of its luster, the world’s most astounding wonders can be seen through a lens accessible to these minds only.
The expansive Blue Ridge Mountains drive an introspection that sparks Asheville’s artistic charm. It harbors a setting that attracts musicians, inspires creativity, and rejuvenates the worn soul. It doesn’t beg to be noticed, it doesn’t clamor for recognition. Its spirit is what drives its actions—a contagious energy from within that infects communicable minds.
Bustling streets within the city serve as an artist’s avenue of blazoning personality and sharing cultivated lifestyles. Life here appeals to the senses; it’s a reminder of the American lure. If music could physically resonate, it would be visible here.
Most remarkable are the rolling mountains dwarfing colorful Asheville. They provide you with a visual testament to life’s changing of seasons; how we are all helplessly exposed to the ways of the universe. We’re reminded that humanity and all of its complexities are secondary to the ground that has always sustained us. But the North Carolina Mountains are more than a stark reminder of life’s awesome inevitability. They provide us with a most organic sense of happiness.
Nothing truly beautiful ever asks for attention. Its existence is merely enough to shine brightly. Asheville and its surroundings mountains speak to the strength of the unspoken and the power of inherent radiance. 
