Inspiration

I was sad. But sad in a beautiful way. There are different kinds of sad. This sad was more of a remembering of how beautiful certain things are.

And yes there is a small sinking feeling that I missed out on some of these things growing up. But there is also this beautiful feeling that I used to get when I was a kid. That feeling that inspired me even though I couldn’t act on the inspiration. And here’s the second chance. I am inspired again and this time I can do something about it. And I know the value of this freedom. More than anyone else will ever know or ever understand.

There are so many ways to look at this. I could be angry at people because may be it’s too late. Or I could decide to not be the adult that my parents were and just follow these instincts like a child. May be it’s not, may be it never will be about what I will gain from this. May be nothing beautiful in life is ever about gaining something.

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