When your life feels too small
and your path becomes lonely,
those around you are strangers
and facing tomorrow
is a mountain to climb,
Remember the small things;
the face of a baby
a break in the clouds
a flower in full bloom.
Can you find something
in your imperfect life
to love and to hold?
A person, a pet, a book, a song.

• and you,
  even as you loath yourself.
  There you will find love
  shining through cracks
  in your looming despair.
  For we are all light beings
  pulsating with the rhythm of the universe.