i have more lines around my eyes than ever. and beauty spots have appeared in places they never were before.
because laughter and adventure have left their own kind of scars, and now they appear in stories and people etched and imprinted all over my heart.
i guess i’m getting older, but that matters less and less. because the older i get the longer i’m here, the more i feel and see and breathe.
and i begin to realise
how perfectly wonderful
how truly incredible
it is just to be alive.