Suddenly the world feels lighter and I have hope. Problems do not dissipate. The sky is not necessarily bright and clear but I’ve found the rays of sunlight between the grey again, and I will take delight in them, because to me they are more beautiful than a vast blue sky could ever be. They can exist, amidst all the dense sadness around them. I think that’s something beautiful to take comfort in. I am so fortunate, and so blessed. I’m not less trapped, no less afraid, but I have everything I need. For the first time in what has felt like such a desolate six months, I am happy even inside the bars I have been given.
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