It's so easy to fall into the routine of life where in the end, it seems you're just going through the motions. I've been feeling this way lately. I wake up to my alarm, I go to class, I work, I eat, I sleep. Problems arise, I worry, I fix them, I move on (or at least I try). I make lists of things that need to get done that never seem to get done. The list grows. I reminisce about the past. I worry about the future.
Then on random, seemingly infrequent occasion, I find the time to sit down and evaluate where I've come from and where I'm headed. I get inspired to create and take leaps forward. I deviate from routine. I remind myself how young I am and how much time I have to check things off my endless to do list. I feel blessed.
I wish I felt this way ALL of the time. You know, inspired, uplifted, blessed. I always should. Life is so beautiful and I'm surrounded by so many loving people.
It's so normal to feel overwhelmed by life. When I enter into those states of heightened awareness and optimism though, usually triggered by a spontaneous act of kindness or a simple walk through nature, I feel alive. I'm reminded that, like leaves, we will fall, but we will always grow back again.
How do you describe the beauty of a leaf? I've never been able to. Not to the extent I feel leaves are deemed worthy. They are indescribable. Like us.