I cannot tell if everything is sailing or sinking - whether what feels like rain is food for the plants or floods in the making. there is so much half and half about this living - how i'm certain good will win over then terribly worried others won't get the memo. i try to take a few deep breaths a day, pausing to remember how we are loved. most of the time it is quietly - in ways we cannot know.
Yep.
It’s been always a topic worth pondering upon.