I get really sad sometimes. Sad about the way things turned out or the way my plans are foiled by reality and their underbelly of expectations. I can get wound up, tight, in the vortex of back-sliding and it’ll take months to recover my sense of sight.
And then I look through old photos, or current ones, and I see things like this:
And it’s all I need to still the inner storm. To cut off the need to feed the demon of yesterday. It reminds me that here and now, today is enough.
That I already have everything I need.
And I’m satisfied and free.