Yesterday, my darling friend, you asked me to write a post about how good and just dang cool life is. This is my answer to that. Today was kind of a frustrating day for me, so I don't know that you know how much I need to hear your words: words of encouragement and humor and light. You have a way of bringing out the best in me that I didn't really know was there, and making me see things in a new, much less serious way. Maybe it was a frustrating day for you, too -- I don't know. But I'm here to tell you, and myself, and our aching hearts this one, wonderful fact:

Life is good.

People say it all the time: Life is good. It's so trite, so blithe and passing. But I want us both to think about it for a minute. Life is good. All my metaphysical thoughts are all, "What does it mean for life to be good?" Not the point. But just think with me, for a moment.

Think about all the pure, untarnished things that you love. Think about sunrises and sunsets. Think about mountains and woods and being an explorer. If anyone was ever an explorer, it's you. You have that nature that I wish I had: the "Let's go; who cares what anyone thinks?" nature. I wish so much I could be like that. Think about exploring. Think about the golden light on the edge of your sight that makes you want to go and wander and see the entire world. Look at all the things that call you to explore.

Look at color: the pure, untarnished blue of a sky. The purest white that covers a winter day. Bleak, ragged branches. The bright red of my favorite scarf, or the emerald green of a pretty dress. Look at all the things you can reach out and touch. Really feel them: a down comforter, a warm teacup, just-washed hair, grass -- heck, smell the grass. It's one of my favorite smells.

It just occurred to me that I'm not entirely sure why I'm talking in this super nature-y way, but I thought it would resonate with you.

Look at all the opportunity you've been given. We get to go to school to study the thing we love most in this world. How many people get to say the same? How are we so blessed? Look at all the people who love you: I, for one, adore you. Take a moment to remember all that life has to offer you. You are able to go out and do the thing that you love most, to fulfill your dream. You are more than able. Look at all the things that there are to do, all the things you've ever dreamed of doing. You have been given the dream. I don't think people realize that enough. A dream is a gift, too. Look at all the dream-gifts, big and small, that you've been given. And look at the way life calls you, beckons you, to go and live them.

There are so many little things that we love: the way your bed feels after a long day. The smell of good food. Water. The sound of wind. The smell of old books. The feeling of being alone, but not lonely -- the feeling of solitude. Exploring a new city. Rest. Remember these, my darling girl, and remember that life is so, so good.

Think about all the adventures you want to have and how you have every opportunity and reason to go and have them. There is no dream too big -- I'm a firm believer in that. And I believe that everyone's life is an Adventure -- yes, with a capital A. It's been given to us. Even when life feels humdrum, or even when it feels like crap, please, I beg you, remember that it's all part of your Adventure. And it's an epic story that is just waiting to be told.

So whether you're doing homework and wishing you could sleep; whether you're sitting alone and wishing you were in someone's arms; whether you're dancing through your days with all the vim and vigor I know you have; whether you are sobbing yourself to sleep; whether you are singing with all you have in you or only with all the strength you can muster -- wherever you are, whatever you're doing, I ask you to remember this one thing.

Life is so, so good. It's full of light and gold and frost and smells and red and books and music (so much music) and adventures. It is good to you, yes, but more than that, it is a gift. And the gift is good.

Live like it's the good gift. We are meant for abundant life.

All my love,

Sara

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