Today I am reminded that life doesn’t ask to be efficient—it asks to be beautiful.
To be felt. To be witnessed. To be held like a favorite book or worn like a well-loved song.
I want to live as if I’m curating an exhibit:
Music playing in the background of everyday rituals,
galleries becoming sacred spaces where I remember who I am,
pages of books turning like whispered prayers,
art collected not for status, but for soul.
I want to smell the flowers—really smell them—
until their fragrance becomes part of my memory.
I want to decorate not just my home, but my hours.
To design not just my schedule, but my soul.
A rich life isn’t built only through work. It’s built through wonder.
So today, I listened to a record that made me weep and smiled at a painting that made me dream.
I let the beauty in. And I think that’s the beginning of everything.
—S.C.