"This is not "how your story ends". It's simply where it takes a turn you didn't expect." - Cheryl Strayed

I didn’t need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life — like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.

Ask yourself: What is the best I can do? And then do that.

It’s a lie you’ve told yourself that has flattened down whatever hurts.