A Ring of Endless Light, Madeleine L'Engle
As much as I have to talk about that isn't going well right now--and I try not to complain, but also not to gloss over and pretend that everything's perfect when it's not--I'm still alive. I still get to see tomorrow's sunrise, and watch the snow melt and the green return.
Yes, this is my place where I can vent, and if I'm having a bad day, I'm not going to fake it here. I have to fake it enough elsewhere. But in the middle of all of that, there's still the beauty of being alive. The sense of excitement and expectation for tomorrow, the joy of not knowing what surprises will come. All of that is still very alive and real, even if it's not at the forefront.
Even if everything else seems to overshadow... I'm still in love with life.
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