|Did you know that this Windows wallpaper is called "Bliss"? Me either.|
When you're down on yourself about all of the many ways that you've "failed" (using some external measure of success), something so magical can happen to remind you that there is a God.
Okay, so I get it; most of my friends, followers, readers (non-readers), and acquaintances don't exactly subscribe to a religious belief or even spiritual or metaphysical philosophy, but I definitely believe that there's something greater than me. Greater than you. Something so deeply conscious and all-knowing that it reveals the most wondrous aspects of this existence simply through believing in it. Something so innately powerful. It is either external (particularly on those days wrought with defeat) or internal (especially when I need to believe that I am part of something phenomenal), and it is 1,000% subjective. But, I know it is there. My faith (for cynics, read: ignorance or naïveté) pulls at my core and shines a light on it regularly.
I've been feeling weird about this place lately. That it's less than what it is, because I've been (wrongly) focused on the most insignificant, unimportant, minute details of my physical surroundings. I've allowed my emotional and mental state to become so intertwined with these meaningless parts of life that it's had an effect on my spiritual wellness.
Until today. Today, I was reminded that this place is full of the most amazing stuff that it brought me to tears. It's full of such love and belief, and happiness. It's the place that brought me into existence. And the people that I love so much. It's the place that's taught me to be who I am, and I am eternally grateful for it. And it's worth the pain and frustration. It's worth the despair, the angst, the obstacles. Because if in a million years another person feels what I'm feeling right now, that million years was worth it.