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A great challenge I face in life is rediscovering the joy within myself. I have often pondered the many mirrors that exist within our singular bodies, and how they reflect back to us. Sometimes they don’t even look like who we perceive ourselves to be, and yet, there they are, staring right into us.
The looking glass of joy is one that has been difficult to come across within my jagged mental hallways but is an emotion constantly sought after. With this year, the myriad of struggles we all face has taken its toll, and feelings of elation seem foreign to our current states of being. And yet, I search, we search.
Oftentimes, in this daily trek for a comfortable and happy mind, I find that joy engulfs me when I least expect it. Initially so far away and distant, it then climbs on me like a fantastically invasive vine, and I cannot see anything except the happiness that surrounds me.
I remember certain moments in my own life when this has proven itself to be true. I remember 10 years ago in the springtime, when I first started renting the home I live in now. I laid out on my sofa and stared out the windows into the wild greenery that was erupting in the garden. My eyes dashed around in my new home, and I felt a delicious swelling in my chest, one that I knew was joy. I whispered to…
