Living in this universe—
a miracle, I believe,
without divinity—
how can I not be
astounded, overwhelmed?
My existence, the existence of every
tree, rock, molecule—
beautiful.
Chaotic, and yet
balanced.
It is imperfect, but in essence
everything about it
is perfect.
I love the intricacy of
everything. I love
every wonderful detail in
the world around me
and every single day—
I see it.
Every day I wake up and I
see beauty.
I am overjoyed just to know that I'm
here
and that
I am.