Life is not worth living only when we are at the peak of another high.
There are fruits to pick even in periods that seem like a feast of loss, and a famine of joy.
If gratitude turns everything into gold, and it sprouts from the loss, aren’t we, in some paradoxical way, gaining more than ever when we lose?
Can’t you see how well you’re doing
when you pick yourself up again,
when you stand tall in your spine again,
when you put trust in your grace,
knowing how finally the one you carry
is no other but your own face?
