The thing about
life is sometimes it’s impossible to find the good in it. A day of awkward
encounters, mean words, and stressful work and other times perfection in the
smallest meaningless things; standing in an empty parking lot as the snow falls
softly from the sky, beautiful, inhuman, without expectations, for itself or
me. A moment that although already ending feels like it will go on forever. Or
this moment writing in a hallway busy with life, drinking a hot cup of tea, a
pink pen. Moments I wish I could enjoy in the moment. The thing about life is
it is made up of moments. And maybe in this moment my pants are too tight and
there is a hole in my left sock, and I need to wash my hair. But this moment is
also a moment where I watch two people across the hallway connect. A moment
where I overhear a conversation between two loved ones. A moment where I see a
tired woman sit down with relief. It is a moment of life and that is the very
most I can ask of it.
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