Jinked

Meeting people, listening to their stories, their life experiences, soaking it in and learning about the little ways in which the world works. Tiny things. Seemingly insignificant things. Eye contact across the crosswalk. The song playing one floor below my apartment. The messages in my inbox, my mailbox. The happiness and sorrow, it all awaits.

I learn best from other people, even if we’re never interacting. Even if we never exchange names.

The path I’m moving down,  it’s lovely, even if it’s full of stress and heartache and longing.

Where there are shadows, it also means there is light.

I’m finally understanding, even if the words are awkward right now. I understand. I understand.

Glorious.