Blessed

Last night, I cried myself to sleep. Out of fear, frustration and loneliness. So many doubts. So many uncertainties. And even when I finally succumbed to exhaustion, my dreams were nightmares one after another.

What I did not know was that the universe looked kindly on me and had pity. Today I woke up to the most beautiful sunrise. The one thing I have been wanting to see since I got to this strange country, a place quite beautiful but veiled in grey.

Not for the first time, I wonder why I am so blessed. I am weak. And doubtful. And afraid. But I know I am blessed.

It would do me well to remember that.