To have others believe in you, and to know that others believe in you: this is a gift.
To be afforded space for honesty, for wholeness, and for self-full-ness: this is love.
To hold hands, high-five, lock eyes: this is well.
To rendez-vous with a pillow, to flop into bed: this is rest.
To sit in the sun, to give you a hug: this is life.
To hear the words: it could be worse; to think, simply: “It” could be bad – This Is.
Because even the things that are bad are just non-good.
And that – well,
That is good, too.