Blindfolded

I wonder what it takes to fully understand what makes us alive.

Loved ones to love. Checked.
Work to do. Checked.
Comfortable home to retreat to. Checked.
Friends to rely on. Double checked.
Faith to hold on to. Checked.
Dreams to follow. Checked.

But it still feels like walking blindfolded. Is that a good or bad thing?

Without words

How much things have changed in this one year. I am grateful I am here, this moment, this place.

Keep on hoping

I am a contradiction.

No matter how many times the heart has been broken, it keeps coming back.

Waiting for those yellows to change to greens.