Photographed by Kachiside Madu // @make_it_madu
Not in the way you think it's supposed to, but in the way that it's meant to be for our greatest good, maybe it's all coming together as we allow it to fall apart.
Maybe there's something beautiful in it crumbling down, crashing to the ground for a true foundation to be built. Maybe the floor is not what we thought it was. Maybe there's something deeper. Maybe the roots run wider than we could have anticipated.
Maybe there's something coming together far beyond what we could fathom with our mere human eyes. Maybe the eyes of our hearts see something more comprehensive.
Maybe there's something magical in this mundane day to day. Maybe we don't have it all figured out and that's okay. Maybe, just maybe, just maybe.
Maybe the messiness of it all is what makes it beautiful. Maybe the capacity for you to hold space is what creates the room for something greater to take form.
Maybe our ideas aren't so grand. Maybe there's something greater. Maybe there's something to take us higher.
Maybe there's a fire that burns clear. Maybe there's something taking form. Maybe it's already here. Maybe you already are. Maybe it already is. Maybe, just maybe, and so it may be.