One day, you wake up, and that’s all you feel: life, Life, is beautiful.
What happened? What changed?
Nothing.
Just that this absolute certainty has been birthed deep inside you, transforming everything on its path.
You realize that life doesn’t need anything outside of yourself to be beautiful. It’s the turn of the dial, the subtle change of channel, the simple acknowledgement of that deep truth.
You know how fragile this truth is, how easily you can forget it…
So, you barely breath…
You don’t want to brake the spell…
You’re trying to capture, store, put away that treasured moment, where you finally touch the feeling of perfection of life as it is.
In this moment, you don’t need anything outside of yourself: you’re the treasure box. And the treasure is this simple peace, this awe of the shining of the light, of the many humans around you, living their life, doing their best, loving their people.
It feels as delicate as the wings of the most beautiful butterfly.
It’s something you can’t fully express, but that fills you completely.
It’s a shimmering of colors, so beautiful and perfect, harmonious and tender.
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