On my journey of self-discovery—a path that’s been anything but straight—I’ve stumbled across many unexpected signposts. Little reminders that I’m on the right track, even when everything feels uncertain. But one of the most profound moments of clarity didn’t come from a conversation or a breakthrough or a perfectly timed book. It came from a picture.
I don’t even remember exactly how I found it. I just remember the feeling.
It was an image of space—deep, vibrant blues swirling like galaxies made of dreams. In the center was an archway, simple but powerful, glowing with a kind of energy I can’t quite explain. Through that archway was something more. Possibility. Mystery. Expansion. I couldn’t see what was on the other side, but I didn’t need to. Just standing in the archway—in my mind, in my body—I felt an overwhelming peace. A kind of happiness that wasn’t loud or flashy, just true.
That image reminded me that there’s more out there. That beyond the chaos and confusion of the world, there is still beauty, still magic, still something that calls to the deepest part of me. And I carry that picture with me—not on a phone or a wall, but in my mind’s eye. It’s become my safe place, my anchor.
When the world spins too fast, when nothing makes sense, when I forget who I am—I go there. I close my eyes, and I see the blues of the cosmos, the glowing arch, the vastness that holds me without asking me to perform or prove or push. I stand in that image, and I remember: I’ve got this. I’m going to be okay.
Maybe that’s what meaning really is. Not the answers, not the solutions, but the reminders. The moments that whisper, You are not lost. You are becoming.
And sometimes, one picture is enough to remind me of all of it.
