other people’s stories…

There are times when I am out of strength, out of words, out of heart. I just want to give up on everything, opt out.

But then I stumble across love flourishing in an unexpected place.

Finding untold stories in other people’s eyes, I start to look a little further than my own ache. 

 

And I’m reminded that that happiness is every bit as perennial as suffering,

that there are magics in small moments.

Life does not stop, does not wait.It asks us to get up, dust off, and start again with new eyes, with hope.