Just notice.

Notice the sky today, so pink and blue and gray.

Notice the way the one who loves you kisses your lips.

Notice.

Notice the place where fear tends to start, in the throat,
or the stomach, or the head, or the heart. Then notice that
it doesn’t stop you.

Notice that everyone laughs and cries, lives and dies,
falls and flies.

Notice that we all are blood and bone, and that you will
never be alone.

Notice.

Notice that you’re where you, who you are, and how you are,
because of you. If it pleases you, be proud. If not, change it.

Notice.

Don’t look back or around, just inside. Shine a light on
that firefight between hope and despair. And, do hand-to-hand
combat with every doubt you ever had, that kept you feeling bad.

Then rise, so ready to be who you want to see in the mirror.

Notice it all.

Notice that children sing quietly as they color.

Notice the birds that roll through the breeze.

And notice the love. And notice the joy. And notice that girls
still notice the boys.

And when you believe that you’ve noticed it all,
notice the tock of the clock on the wall.

Then notice your hands, your face and your feet. And the way that
life can be deliciously sweet.

Then notice once more how perfect you are,
for the path that you’re on, beneath perfect blue stars.

And notice the fact that you’re tried and you're true,
that you’re perfectly fine, when you’re perfectly you.

So perfectly you.

--Jim Warda
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