The Day I Fell In Love With Life
The day that I fell in love with life isn’t clear to me. There was no moment of revelation. It was more like I stumbled into it. My mind charismatically lifted my perception, and allowed me to see life for what it was.
And it was beautiful.
I had never felt such a growing intensity for something before. I had always found myself numbing any joy, any beauty, with ongoing thoughts that I was undeserving of these feelings, of this life.
As if I didn’t deserve it by just being alive. But maybe that’s it, maybe that was meant to be an awakening. A deep depression shaking me at the disbelief that I don’t understand how grateful I am to be alive, how beautiful this life is.
I was due for an awakening. Tragedies and traumas thrown at me left and right to show me something about life. That it knocks you down in order to force you to open your eyes. To see the beauty that it holds.
Because without darkness, you cannot see the light.
Without tragedy, you cannot fully feel the intensity of life’s beauty.
This isn’t coming from the other side. I still find myself in the days where the fog shadows over me unexpectedly, stealing the pieces of contentment I have found in life’s troubles. But my new view of life is becoming deeply rooted within me. In moments like these, I finally feel this small, burning glimmer. Hope.
This feeling isn’t permanent.
This day isn’t permanent.
This life isn’t permanent.
And I’m back again, I’m excited again. For life, in it’s fleeting untamed beauty. I can’t imagine how I never saw this before. How easily I was, and that I can still find myself, taking this life for granted.
I hope this burning glimmer never dies out.
Everyday, I’m falling more in love.
With the ugly, the devastating. The joyous, and remarkable gift of life.
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