|Downtown lights from afar under a bright gibbous moon.|
I'll admit it: I've been pretty down in the dumps lately. I have my reasons - excuses, really, but I've decided no more! I've had it.
Why do I have the right to be depressed when I live a fairly decent life? I work for everything I have and have earned my share fairly.
I found moment of peace after gazing into the distance and seeing the beautiful city lights. It reminded me of a time when I was a child gazing out my window at time-time, looking at the freeway and the downtown buildings from a couple miles away, imagining that my life had a bigger meaning and deeper purpose than imaginable.
Everything in me at the time believed that I was destined for something magical and amazing.
For the first time, I felt that nostalgic hope and faith by remembering the very reasons I moved here to Seattle in the first place. I recollected all these feelings after one glimpse of the nighttime glow of the Space Needle in the distance from my favorite spot in the city. A place where it is mostly quiet and peaceful. Pretty. Pensive.
I'm there/here right now even, blogging from my phone, taking in the sounds of cars speeding past and people walking around, and me feeling inspired and renewed with a sense of purpose. I have twinkly lights in the distance and a lovely gibbous moon above.
Life is good. It's meaningful, purposeful, and beautiful. And I love this true bellezza di vita that I'm seeing.
I hope you all feel inspired too and that you find the childlike wonder from within and use it to reignite your passion.