Once in a while, I reach a point of clarity, of “settledness” in my life when somehow it seems that all the confusion and chaos that preceeded that moment suddenly just kinda falls into place. The pieces of my life seem to assemble themselves into some kind of discernable picture. At those times, I can hear my heart saying, with a warmth and a glow, that it was all worth it, that I would “do it all again” - and do it with a heart full of love. It's a way of saying that I have no regrets, I'm good with life. But, in  reality, just as I'm feeling that I would do it all again, it also becomes clear that there is no reason to do that. Because this moment, and this life, is perfect - just the way it is, just the way it was. 

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