Coffee on the Carpet.

I used to want to move away, have a lovely job, and own a house. I wanted things, and I wanted love too. But as I grow up, I’m realizing my priorities have shifted. Disease and death—everything seems to fade in the face of loss and love. What could matter more than being next to the people you love?

I don’t mean to suggest letting go of everything for love, as that wouldn’t be practical—though love does have that power. Rather, while I still want many things, some have started to mean so much more, feeling deeper than before. It's overwhelming and heavy, it's unexpected but I am learning to embrace it.

As someone who has always relied on stability and practicality, life and love now seem increasingly unpredictable and uncertain. Yet, somehow, within that instability, I find a reason to live and love. Instead of stability giving me comfort, it’s the acceptance of uncertainty that brings me peace.

If coffee spills on the carpet, it’s okay—I can breathe through it. It’s not the end of the world. And if it is, I’ll breathe until the very end.

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