Patterns.
They oftentimes repeat themselves.
The pain. The heartache. That I felt this morning.
Sometimes when it gets to be too much, I simply step back and look around.
I find patterns. Views. Leaves. The Sun. Things we oftentimes take for granted suddenly start to feel like everything to me.
And then I breathe… and remember this isn’t the end. I’m still here. And that’s not a mistake.
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