I remember at my Lt's funeral the preacher and or priest told a story of his time in India. His room was across from the square where a hand knotted rug was being made.
About the third week he thought to himself that is the ugliest rug he had ever seen!
Several weeks went by and every day he would look out and see this rug and think why bother this thing is a mess.
On the last day of working on this rug the workers turned it around and it was the most beautiful rug he had ever seen, he had been looking at the back side all of this time.
Every thing has two points of view.