The sky gave me back a little perspective

Dear Delyara, I looked up at the right moment this week. That’s all. And it changed me a little. I had become too trapped inside the small room of my own worry. The same thought, the same emotional pressure, the same repetitive internal weather. Then I looked up and the sky was so clearly indifferent to my little loop that I could feel my body loosen around it. I love when that happens. Not because nature solves the problem. Because it reminds me I am still part of something larger than the problem. Sometimes that is enough to breathe again.