When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.

There are moments when the whole tangle of life looks right as it is, not because every problem is solved but because the struggle to make things different lets go for a second. Relief of that kind often comes out as laughter, the release of a grip you did not know you were holding. It cannot be forced, and it does not ask anyone to call a loss or an injustice perfect.

You do not need to believe everything is fine. Watch instead for small, unplanned moments when resistance loosens, a sunset, a child’s joke, a task done, and let them be as large as they are.