Sometimes

Sometimes I think I've lived too long. Then, I'm reminded how lucky a thing it is to be alive--that, even on the worst days, the sheer fact that I can still take a breath and move around in this beautiful world is a miracle. Am I tired? I'm exhausted. Is it difficult to see ever-present hurt and pain and sadness? Of course, and it feels inescapable. To be honest, it is. We'll never see the end of troubles in this world. Darkness exists in contrast to the light, those glimmering, fleeting moments when we can look up at the spread of stars in the cosmos and be amazed at the glorious nature of our surroundings. Our lives are more like a clear, night sky than a place, well-lit. Every instant, some souls shine bright, and others are cast in shadow. For those who are hoping, fearing, waiting for something... hold on. There's a new day and another sunrise coming that will take your breath away.