I know that there are 24 hours in a day.
I know that the morning will come.
I know that sometime soon,
The sun will land on my face in just the right way,
And I'll feel content like a cat in a window.
Emotions are always changing.
They come and go.
They flow like the river.
The current may be fast and bumpy for now,
But in time,
Somewhere around the bend,
It will be calm once again.
The seasons are here to remind me that nothing is permanent.
I can remember that it's perfectly okay to prefer a season and yet should try to recall that there is always something worthwhile in them all.
I know that there are people who love me.
I know that I am able to make connections.
I know that I can consistently gain new friendships and that I've often crossed the paths of others in ways that surprise me.
Not all connections last forever.
This is okay.
Not all relationships are meant to continue.
Some folks are part of a chapter,
A paragraph,
Or sentence.
They are all still important to the story.
Each sentence reminds me that my narrative is still being written.
That in order to find out what happens next,
I need to keep living.
There is a magic in not knowing what will come next and yet choosing to believe that some adventure awaits.
I know that I will bite into a new flavor.
I know that it will taste amazing.
And I will wonder where this new delight has been hiding all of my life.
I know that I will love it so much,
I will seek it out again.
I will look forward to it like the perfect Christmas morning.
My senses will continue to discover things that have just come into existence.
Or that the world has managed to hide from me until this exact moment.
A new song.
A painting.
A perfume.
These works of art will bring with them that otherworldly feeling.
A feeling in my heart that is truly undescribable.
That somehow tells me there is a hidden mystery to it all.
I know that I will have new thoughts.
I know I will always be learning.
I know that with each passing day,
Some small bit of something enters into my brain.
And in time those pieces add up to a new contemplation.
My brain is plastic.
It can expand and grow.
It can create new pathways.
It can heal itself.
Medicine and science are its friends.
I can teach it new tricks.
And by simply existing,
It continues to gather information every day.
My mind is not static.
I do not believe all the same things I did in the past.
My thoughts can change.
And I can think things I've never thought before.
I can hold on to these things that I know.
I can look for certainties and moments of despair and be gently reminded that all things must pass.
I will be neither happy or sad for too long.
I can place my hand on my heart and know that it's beating.
I do not know what the next second will bring.
But I know it is always different than the last.
I do not know what the next second will bring.
I do not know what the next second will bring.
I do not know what the next second will bring.
