Somewhere along the way, we stop wondering.

Not all at once.

We simply stop noticing.

A child stops to watch a ladybug cross the sidewalk.

They gather broken shells as though they were rare jewels.

They point to the first stars before night has fully arrived.

They fill the world with questions that begin with, "I wonder..."

Children have not yet learned to rush past what is extraordinary simply because it has become familiar.

Somewhere along the way, many of us do.

We stop looking up at sunsets.

We stop asking questions whose answers cannot be found with a quick search.

The world never stopped being astonishing.

We simply forgot to notice.

There are certain truths that come with witnessing recovery.

I have watched people discover strength they didn't know they still possessed.

I have watched one small discovery become the beginning of another.

There is a quiet freedom in realizing we do not have to know the answers.

We cannot read, or write, the next chapter until we arrive there.

A conversation, an idea, a song, or a single unexpected moment can still move us.

I hope I never lose that openness.

The willingness to believe there is still something left to discover.

For every horizon leads to another.