It’s like walking past a bush of freshly bloomed flowers. You’re in a hurry but suddenly catch a whiff of their familiar scent and you are stopped in your tracks. You weren’t thinking about them until you smelled them. You actually forgot about them. They seem so much more beautiful when you finally see them and smell them again. You forget because life is crazy and because sometimes when something is gone for so long you get used to life without them even if they are the most beautiful things you have ever seen. You realize you have missed them. You see them and smell them and think you can’t live without them again but you know they are going to disappear for a while. They will eventually wilt and fall. They are replaced by something else until the next time they bloom again. Hopefully, that is. So much can happen, so much can change. You eventually forget about them… again. And then you remember… again, when you see them, unexpectedly because they haven’t bloomed in so long you had forgotten, just how beautiful they are and how much you had missed them. Actually, you thought they were never going to bloom again because winter was so long and seemed never ending but there they are in all their beauty. Actually, way more beautiful than the last time you saw them. The most beautiful they have ever been. That is how I feel about my mom’s smile. And yesterday, I saw it. And it was the most beautiful smile I have ever seen in my whole life. Have a look for yourself. Beautiful, right?
We need to stop and smell the flowers more. Among all the bad the good is great. The good is fucking beautiful.