Life Is Beautiful

Life is beautiful,

even when I don’t always see it—

even when the days blur together,

when the light feels distant,

when the weight in my chest

makes everything look dimmer

than it really is.

But beauty has a way

of slipping through the cracks—

in the sound of someone’s laughter,

in the warmth of a morning sunbeam,

in the quiet moments

I forget to appreciate

until they’re already gone.

I don’t always notice it,

don’t always feel it,

don’t always believe

the world still has softness

left for me.

But then something small happens—

a gentle word,

a familiar song,

a breath that comes easier

than the one before—

and it reminds me

that beauty doesn’t vanish,

it waits.

Life is beautiful,

even when I don’t always see it—

and maybe the seeing

will come easier

if I keep looking.