I do not believe in the existence of a good fairy who is faithfully attached to my personality and has only thrown wonders to me all the time. I think they exist and occur daily those little miracles but we forget to notice them.
What the happiness that my eyes have often been pointed in the right direction. I would add what’s the happiness to think that miracles exist!
Because after all, what is a miracle? It’s really no magic. A beautiful moment of morning silence drowned in the fog, the rose bloom in the garden, the smile of a sick child after a relatively quiet night, the special gaze of a loved one just for you, the perfect morning croissant, a conversation from the heart with a loved one…
Just, waking up in the morning is a miracle, it’s a shame if you don’t realize it...
© Fortune, 2009
Is life itself a miracle?