One. Another one. Third. Fourth. Fifth. Six-seven-eight-nine-… Little, tiny crystals appear in the ground. Tiny crystals of many different colours. Many different shapes. Some of them glitter. Tiny, glittery crystals. I looked up: tiny little glittery crystals falling from the dark-grey clouds.
And, suddenly, my world is filled with joy and happiness. Everything feels right.
I. Am. O-K. I will be… Okay. Everything makes sense: my dreams, my hopes, my ambitions. Things are turning out the way I wish them to be. My hard work has paid off. The work I love is paying off.
I can make it. It is possible. My dream is possible. And I, so happy.
I am so happy. Overjoy.
My life is pink, and shiny.
My life has meaning.
My life loves me. I’m learning to love it back.