I am kneeling and crying, mourning the loss of the innocence and youth I had when I kneeled here 15 years ago, full of hope, full of excitement for the future. Full of potential.
Maybe I am still full of all those things.
I comfort myself by repeating,
" I am perfect. I am in the perfect place. "
" I am perfect. I am in the perfect place. "
" I am perfect. I am in the perfect place. "
And of course this is the perfect place. This cathedral feels like being inside a mountain. Even the cable car that took me here seemed magical and blessed.
I knew to come here today, and maybe I will always know the perfect place to go.
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