Life is hard, the struggle is real; overwhelming at times.
And yet somehow still, amidst the struggle and the imperfection; I see glimpses of the stuff that dreams are made of.
There is a fairytale to be discovered and re-told in the everyday small joys that make up our lives.
I know of no better antidote against feelings of melancholy and sadness than a heart overflowing with gratitude for the small things because it chose to take note of them.
For in the quietest, most seemingly insignificant of moments, an entire life is made rich beyond measure.
I don’t want to miss it because I chose not to see it.
– Rachel Rowell
One day in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
– Sigmund Freud