Dear Universe.
I have to admit.
Somewhere along the way.
I stopped expecting good things.
Not all at once.
Gradually.
The way light fades at the end of the day,
So slowly you don't notice until suddenly it's dark.
And I'm not sure exactly when it happened.
When I started approaching life with more protection.
Then curiosity and openness.
But I feel it now.
And I want something different.
So today I'm asking you.
Help me open.
Not in a forced,
Performative way.
Not with a manufactured smile or a borrowed optimism.
But genuinely.
Quietly.
From the inside out.
Help me remember that beauty is not reserved for the lucky,
Or the healed,
Or the ones who have it together.
It is available right now.
In this moment.
To me.
Let me be surprised by something today.
Let me be moved.
Let me catch myself noticing,
Really noticing.
Something I would have walked past yesterday.
Because you are always leaving little things for me to find.
Little openings.
Little signs,
Little moments that whisper.
This life is worth being present for.
So help me hear them,
Help me see them and help me receive them with a heart soft enough to let them in.
I am opening.
Slowly,
Gently,
Willingly.
Whatever beautiful thing is already on its way to me.
Amen.
