Beauty

I am at the beach.  Loving it.  Enjoying it.  And yet.  Knowing that the world I wished was not to be.  And I can't make others understand.  And it hurts me.  I hurt today.  I cried as the surf blew across my face.  But, then I breathed.  Enjoyed the beauty.  And decided that there is nothing that I can do about what wasn't.  All I can do is go from here.
And love the journey.  And choose peace.  And joy.  I choose.  Though it's hard to find at times.