Epiphany in May

I woke up this morning with a sense of clarity. It wasn’t abrupt or striking, but calm and easy. Something that you remember throughout your day, and at it’s end appreciate for it’s pleasantry.

The clarity went a little something like this:

I often, subconsciously wondered if you could feel like this with someone.

Where the happiness that floats between the two of you seems real and truly sincere. That even when situations arise and make circumstances shaky, there still remains a solitude of hope.

And within that hope, regardless of fragility or strength, you are able to find a comfort that helps you breathe when things feel overwhelming; something like a lingering sense of silent assurance.

You find a place of security, from there you begin to feel able to get through things that felt seemingly too difficult to muster through prior.

I didn’t know this type of feeling existed. Or at least didn’t have the immediate ability to acknowledge its humble presence.

Beforehand most things, to me, were black and white. No grays or specks of faded colors; just either or. But now, I know there’s a place amongst times of great joys and the battles that time eventually brings forth between two people; be them lovers, friends, or family.

There’s a peaceful goodness that makes the days breeze in ease.

I’ve found that with someone. I’ve found something that I didn’t know could be found with them.

Now that I have made this discovery it has helped make the chaotic times a little calmer, and the moments of honest bliss so very beautiful.