Meanwhile, I was reading a wonderful book I got from a friend ("The Victoria's Secret Catalog Never Stops Coming, and Other Lessons I Learned from Breast Cancer", by Jennie Nash) and it quotes a passage in the beginning that spoke really deeply to me. I could really connect with the sentiment, so I wanted to share it with everyone:
I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating, too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wandering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breath a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty beats and shines not in its imperfections, but overwhelmingly in spite of them, under the wind-rent clouds, upstream and down.
- Annie Dillard, "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek"