Breathing is beauty.
I am so blessed to be here.
I don’t need a God to know that. I don’t need an angel to tell me how rare and how precious every second is.
I’m alive. It is this frantic, frenetic, race of fear and love and the never ending time-ticking.
Some mornings I wake up and feel ready. Because I have friends at my back, courage in my heart, and the wisdom of many failures.
The tension of the nascent day does not break me, I will rise to meet it.
I’ll make it. Whatever that means. I can leap, I can soar.
And if I fall, and I will fall, I will stand
And begin again.
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