I’ve believed it for years and years. I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
I believe in the words of the “Desiderata”—created in 1927—and I carry it with me always. I most especially believe in the part that says: “Whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should.”
So it shouldn’t surprise me that I am here once again on the crest of memory of a cold January day five years ago that unfolded, as I know it to be, into the most defining moment of my life thus far.
That was the day I learned what it meant to be alive.