If you’re open to it, you’ll find beauty. You’ll find pockets of happiness wrapped tight in miracles.
You’ll also find blue-sky clarity. You may come across storms.
Storms lead to what you seek. Storms need to be weathered. Storms reek of courage, and patience, and skill, and love.
Love of what it is that you seek, that you long with all your heart.
You’ll find newness in the old. Fun in the routine. Electricity in a touch you’ve had since birth.
It isn’t rediscovery, it is life.
For life is beautiful, if you let it show itself to you.
Life is moments. Seconds. Of laughter, of choice, of steps, of rows, of courage. Each stride, round and round, spinning you in all you know and all you’ll dig as memory.
If you’re open to it, you’ll find that every single moment is a miracle. Every one of the breaths you take is a gift. Every person you see is a full life. Every touch is a symphony of nerves and tissue and heart.
That every story is only the beginning.