The People We Meet

Walking through life,
I’ve met countless people.
Some were like blades of grass,
some like wildflowers,
some like dew sparkling on ocean waves.
They were beautiful in the moment we crossed paths,
and in those moments,
my heart opened.
Meeting someone
is a kind of wealth.
A stroke of luck.
Sometimes, it even feels like a miracle.
People I met on the road,
in the mountains,
in classrooms and quiet corners of learning—
people who dreamed with me,
and helped those dreams take shape.
They are the beautiful ones.