Real Abundance
Every morning, I step outside for my walk. It’s more than exercise — it’s my daily practice of love. I love to look up at the sky and watch it change from second to second, enjoying the magnificent show and feeling it as the sky’s love for me. I walk along the roads where tree branches stretch overhead, and I raise my arm higher, as if trying to touch them. Sunlight filters through the leaves, scattering into a thousand stars. When I reach my favorite ecological park, I feel the gentle touch and embrace of the wind. Here, I remember the words once spoken to me in this very place — that I am charming and beautiful. I breathe in the aroma of my hometown flowers and smile at the memory of him saying, “No flowers smell better than your hair.” ...