What is this? As I was in the car getting back, I had this sudden... somewhat magical, realisation.
Life is beautiful.
How could I not have seen it? How could I have missed it?
How could I have spent a majority of my life complaining and sulking over such a beautiful world?
It's beautiful when the sky begins to snow.
It's beautiful when music starts to play.
Imperfections are perfect.
It doesn't matter that I feel like I'm losing myself. I have seen, I have felt, I have experienced so much that it confuses me.
But
Memories are beautiful.
Growing is beautiful.
How could I ever have doubted the beauty of this world?