a postcard

from that spring i was 24. 

i've been thinking a lot lately about what life, specifically life at 24, looks like for me: 

how i fill my days, the dreams i dream, the wishes i make, those silly, small moments

 that make life so sweet, what i'll remember about it all when i'm a little more grown

 up, a little more seasoned, maybe in a different place entirely. and then a friend sent 

this* my way and, well, it pretty much sums things up. 

“she did not need much, wanted very little. a 

kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, 

a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, 

a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”

in all the world, has it ever been said better ? 

*[source: and then to my wonder...]