When Spring finds us

Spring Cherry Blossom

It's Spring today - the sun is warm, the breeze is gentle, and something in us feels quietly at ease.

Not because something has been solved or fixed. Not because we've figured anything out.

Just because it's Spring, the air smells like the beginning of something we haven't named yet.

And for a moment, we forget to shrink.

We don’t know when we started seeing ourselves as projects—Bodies to sculpt. Minds to silence. Souls to smooth into something easier to hold.

We became puzzles to solve, blueprints to revise, stories that only made sense once trimmed, softened, and explained.

We forgot that we were never meant to be tidy and never meant to be measured only in progress or polish.

But today, something quieter speaks. It asks:

What if none of us were ever broken? What if these bold hearts, these unruly thoughts, this wide, wild presence—were never meant to disappear?

What if the breeze moves through the world for us too?

Not because we earned it. Not because we learned to hide our rough edges. But simply because we exist. Because we’ve lived long enough to feel the light again.

So we go outside. 

Not to be seen, but to be here. We meet the world as we are. And the world, surprisingly, does not flinch.

Some days don’t bring breakthroughs, simply remind us:

We are allowed to be whole.

We are allowed to be real.

We are allowed to feel good, without needing a reason.

And that might be enough.

@piri2025