For all the things that don’t make sense in the moment,
I hope one day you look back and find:
little that felt scattered were actually a constellation of stars.
I hope you find that small joys that seemed fleeting
were bright moments that actually told a story
of all the good things that shined on, anyway.
I hope that for all the things that started but were never finished,
that at least, for some of it,
you can look back and see:
the larger story continued unfolding.
You continued becoming.
Because there have been many things in life
that have not gone according to plan,
and there are still many unknowns
as you face the journey ahead,
nut perhaps, this remains true:
you are still connected here in ways that matter:
and through the grief, the questions, the laughter,
there can still be beauty, depth, and meaning,
amid all that scatters: a constellation of stars, after everything.
-Morgan Harper Nichols
