What in your life have you fought the hardest for—where have you traveled the farthest?
As I look out my window in the grasp of this cold midwinter, I see snow still lingering from its fall two weeks ago. The wind cuts through the trees, causing them to sway without their permission. And yet, the sun shines gloriously over it all—so I let the sun in.
I didn’t come this far to have a certain amount of money in my bank account, to be famous, or to sit piously upon who I used to be. I know this instead: I know why the caged bird sings. I know that only something mighty could propel a tiny, three-inch hummingbird over 2,000 miles—across vast landscapes, unpredictable weather, and countless obstacles—just to reach nectar.
I know it because, 2,000 miles later, I have found it.
And it is sweet.
Perspective.
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