The Privilege of a Lifetime
You live your life. It's all a beautiful swirly blur of time, a rainbow of responsibilities, a mess of moments both magical and mundane. You hold little hands, tickle little toes. You kiss the one you love goodnight again and again. A soundtrack emerges, subtle but swollen - of laughter and tears, of questions and dreams. You wake up, again and again, more and more. It hits you: You are becoming, being who you are. It is nothing but a privilege.
And all of it - the furious flashes of color and whimsy, the tiny slices of in-between time, the hopes and memories, the celebrations and struggles - all of it is evidence, a collection of clues. And you sift through them, these clues, and smile. Because it all matters, it all figures, it is all you.
You drink it all in, the bits and pieces of joy and effort and accident and deep deep affection, the imagery of a loved life and you drink your coffee and go out in the world. A new day awaits.
It always does.
Happy Tuesday, guys.