But you learned to survive...

It was a very ordinary day, the day he realised that his becoming is his life and his home and that he doesn't have to do anything but trust the process, trust his story and enjoy the journey. It doesn't really matter who he's become by the finish line, the important things are the changes from this morning to when he falls asleep again, and how they happened, and who they happened with. The day he saw flowers and learned how to turn his daily struggles into the most extraordinary moments. Moments worth writing about. For so long he let his life slip through his fingers, like water. He's holding on to it now, and he's not letting go.