Sometimes, you get to experience something extraordinary that you have coveted all your life. Yet, in experiencing it, you so feel gladdened, so complete, that its mere existence is enough to make your life worthwhile, while possession becomes a matter of far less consequence. In a season of being relatively poor (not the same as poverty, which is far more serious a situation), that experience has left me richer than anyone else I know.
I can safely say that at this time in life, my sole valuable possessions are my beliefs. But, even beliefs are not things that can survive without the nourishment of validation in the best case scenario. and signs, in a lesser preferred scenario. In experiencing what I have been able to, I feel I don’t need any more validation in life that good exists and that good can happen, only if you give it a chance to happen.
And when it happens, on that rare occasion, it can be so perfect that it feels unreal. I have always thought that such an experience would always result in me wanting to grab on to it, make it mine and never let it go. Surprisingly, I find myself in a situation where I’m happiest to know that it exists and as long as it exists on its own free will, that is what matters and not whether it is mine or not.
Strange.