there is too much beauty in the world. too many things to see in a lifetime. too many things to experience and feel and wonder about for hours and days and weeks at a time…
before you know it, it’s crept up on you.
it’s been years and you’re totally consumed in something that could very well have been just a nod in passing. but somehow, without you realising, became so much more.
and then you look back. and it becomes clear.
it was meant to happen all along.
so you smile and laugh, a giddy, hearty, delirious laugh. and you thank yourself for allowing life to happen. for going with the flow. feeling the ground under your feet. the sting of winter’s first breeze. the childish joy of getting caught in a sun shower.
the wondrous magnificence of meant to be.