Reflection

Here I am. A little older, a little sadder, but...the world is still full of wonder. It is bright and brilliant and sharp, vague and colorful and made of movement and moments; and it buoys up my soul that I still have it in me to pull courage from somewhere deep, to take those moments and run with them. To ask the right questions. To dare to hope for new dreams. To forgive myself for what I couldn't change, and remember that the beautiful parts of human interaction are really quite simple. It actually feels strange, letting joy chase me again, but...man. So worth it.