This life makes me cry. I'm still so happy it's my life, though.
There is no shortage of things to cry, and be happy, about.

That's how life is.
I wonder if it's universal.

One of my favorite poems, since I first heard it in my 20's, has been Kahlil Gibran's, "A Tear And a Smile."
I really can't get enough of it. Often, when it enters my mind, I read it over and over and over, in a single setting. It usually enters my mind when I'm questioning life, often in a numb overwhelm. As I continue, tears roll down my face, and the world softens. When I am done, I am closer to believing in the beauty of it all, again.

This poem brings me closer to peace about the failures in my life, and makes me less afraid of living.

Sometimes it can feel like there's no point to carry on when life seems daunting. When getting to just the "beginning" has been a lifelong struggle, and there are no guarantees of where you'll be in the end.

But the end is the beginning.

We have all been here before.
It's never too late.

Carry on, loving the journey of your one precious heart, and life as it is today.
We're breathing for eternity, but no tear or smile is ever the same.
Millions of them multiplied all through the world.

Hope is always transforming.
It never asks you to know how or where.
Just keep showing up in the exchange, and let it grow.