I have walked blindly through many springs. As I worshiped summer, nothing else mattered. Spring was just a passage to summer, a messenger saying it will soon be warm and brightly sunny again.
This year something happen. Like all my senses were suddenly back to life. Pink and white flowers, fresh scents, everything seemed to surround me and elevate my soul. Open it to beauty, to touching perfection, to healing.
Small incidents really do not matter. We should never allow ourselves to be caught up in them. Always pay attention to the bigger picture, take a few steps and gain perspective. Easier said than done. But time does take care of everything. And one day you wake up with your soul and mind of peace. Ready to move on, to experience again.
Weirdly enough, this is the second time in my life when just when I thought nothing will feel right again, it all came back to me. Myself, my thoughts, my heart. And I always achieve this on my own, a few days before my birthday. And then...every piece than was shredded takes its rightful place. And I am whole again, with my soul wide open.