The beauty

is in
the actual
living.
It’s in the grit
and also the grace.
It’s in the
showing up,
the failing.
The disappointment,
and even the
heartache.

It’s in the
I-should-have-known-betters
and the
actually-I-did-and-I-still-did-it-anyways.
It’s in the moment,
the present.
That gift of full
emersion
into a single breath,
a single instant,
a piece of realness,
some may even call it heaven.
When everything
else
falls away.
And you are
“just” there.
In the very fullest of your
being.

That’s it.
That’s where the beauty
lies
still,
waiting,
watching,
hoping
for you to arrive,
and be.

For it’s not in the
perfection,
or oftentimes
even the having.
It’s in the trying,
the attempts,
the stretch,
the jump,
and even the
fall.
Feeling it,
getting up,
and having
another go.

~Lu.