Often we take on roads we never trekked before and are afraid to move forward… because we are expected to walk on the familiar.

Often, we do things with one intention… but the fruit of our labour is something unexpected… often pleasant.

A drink to wash fears away ends up in a conversation, the beginning of something fabulous.

Or a long forgotten prayer finally answered when you least expect it.

When something is taken away, something is given back. Whether or not we acknowledge it.

My days have been very grey with splashes of rainbows at train stops… but now… I can see some colours seep through the canvas… as faint and pastel as they are… they’re enough to put a smile on my face.

I can finally look in the mirror and agree with my reflection, despite the disagreement over many factors.

We’re both happy.