The chilly breeze of the ocean waves gently caressed her face, sending a chill down her neck. She closed her eyes and smiled. When the breeze subsided, she opened her eyes and attempted to memorize the blueprint of the sky. The full moon was her favorite thing about tonight. She loved the way it traded places with the sun at the end of the day— the one thing that always remained consistent. She lay there in the sand, just inches away from where the water finished chasing the shore. She thought about how things could have been— or rather, would have been, if she hadn’t taken a step back to turn around and look at the trail she had created. She thought about how different life used to be, how insecure she was around the people she thought she could rely on, and how delicate she had become because of it. But things changed this summer. She was now stronger, more hopeful about the future, and began to see the bigger picture of what really mattered. She learned that she had to leave behind everything that was causing her to remain stagnant in the ever-changing universe. As a result, by pausing and reflecting on everything that she had endured, she was able to smooth the cracks away from the fractured vessel that she had become. This vessel speaks the journey of her life, but does not define it. She has learned that matter doesn’t define who she is. What defines her is her atma. What defines her is the person she has become through her surroundings and experiences, and how she shares them with the world. This is her voyage of mindfulness. This is her journey. This…is my journey.
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