the struggle to make sense

Your stories are important.

All the stories of your life, the heartbreak, the love, the beauty, the pain. The beautiful radiant light that is you that has continued and survived and overcome pieces that you couldn't have begun to imagine would have been.

What if in your struggle to make sense you simply were.

And that was enough.

You slipped out of the confines of your mind desperately trying to make sense, to make meaning.

You slipped down into breath and feeling and love.

You realized the one reaching their hand out to you was asking you in.

And all the chatter, desperation for sense making stilled and you were here.