We are. Deserving of all things amazing, bright and shiny, fabulous and joy filled. We are. Deserving of the quiet still of the night sky, the woosh of the geese taking flight, the buzz of yellow bees extracting pollen, the slow stutter of a monarchs papery, powdery wings.
We are. Deserving of the peace that rides along the slowly released breath of a morning breeze.
We are. Deserving of the kind gesture, of an elderly man, who holds the door in anticipation of our need.
We are. Deserving of the rainbow patches of wildflowers in the median that would go unnoticed if not for the traffic jam.
We are. Deserving of the space between our thoughts.
Not because we have to work at it, say the right thing, be smart, pretty, handsome, thin, wealthy, responsible, organized, please others, produce, compete, strive, push, convince, or persuade.
Simply. Simply because we exist.