Dear Self,

You can feel the softness of a warm blanket. You can taste the sweetness of a good cup of tea. You can feel the joy of someone else’s success.

You can read tales of bravery and hear songs of affection.

You can dream of the wildest stories in that little head of yours.

You can think, ponder, question, marvel.

You can wonder.

Step back, and look at the glorious, wondrous mess that you are.

Yes, you are human. And as much as you like to think it sucks to be one, deep down you recognise that there couldn’t be a better blessing.

Wonder often, about such things. It makes you human.