What a privilege it is to be stretched thin by the very life I once begged the universe for.

What a privilege it is to grow into someone my past self wouldn’t have believed could exist.

What a privilege it is to own a mind capable of having limits to test.

What a privilege it is to lose myself, to again, find it anew.

What a privilege it is to stand by myself and still feel held by love.

What a privilege it is to move through the world believing goodness lives in most hearts.