These are other people’s stories you lose yourself in to escape, to live another life, to become someone different..Yet you don’t see how beautiful the one you are in is.

Breathing incense and admiring the little pot of sunshine unselfconsiously lost in your head. I see you wrapping Christmas presents and drinking tea, full of laughter and happiness. Don’t forget where you are and where you have been, my friend. Other stories will always be there yet yours is just beginning to be brighter, full of wonder and full of life.