It’s a quiet Sunday, and I’m sitting by the dining room window, looking out at the backyard. The pumpkin leaves are just starting to grow, soaking up all that sunlight. It feels like a fresh start—but really, it’s the result of life that’s made it through another tough winter, rising up again in green.

All the little living things we barely notice are actually here because they beat the odds, one by one. They’ve gone through so much just to exist.

And it makes me think—how incredible is it that we’re here right now, in this moment, just living it?

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