things happen.

It's true, they do. Every single day.

The sun stretches over the mountains and climbs through the clouds. The grass soaks up her light and flowers look in her face with joy. And when her time is done in the day, she nestles back down in her ocean bed.

On the days you can't see her, the rain falls down. Maybe slowly, maybe surely, but it does fall. It falls into the rivers and streams, and onto the windowpanes, and dances on roofs. Sometimes it even falls in your shoes.

In the cities, buildings rise higher every day. Instead of the slow motion of the forest you see everything happening in fast-forward. It's not for everyone, just as a slow pace bores others, but it can be wondrous to stand in awe of the blinking neon lights that declare what they want to the rest of the world, in the centre of the noise and excitement and stories you'll never hear. Opportunity passes by in a flash, coming and going. If you miss it, you'll run into it again.

Elsewhere, someplace quieter, a song is being sung, for the fun of it. A cake is being baked for no special reason. A card is being made just to make someone smile. A scarf is being made just to say I love you. A game is being played just to pass the time. A trail is being hiked just to be outside.

Things are being done just because. Just because it makes people happy.

And even if, on some days, it seems like that just because is just because it makes you mad, even if it's silent and somber, even if the neon lights are blinding, even if it all seems to collapse around you just then...

You'll know that somewhere the sun still walks across her sky. Some other place the rain is still pitter-pattering on windows and roofs. A flower hangs onto the hope that you can still smile and feel joy, and I do too.

Gears turn, clicks clack, ticks tock, oars row, pages flip, pens write, and things happen. The beauty is in how you see it.