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Mar
09

I once read a novel…

…titled ‘Reaching For Sun‘. It was an excrutiatingly short read, at a page count I believe was around 200. Needless to say, I finished it in roughly two days after becoming legitimatley engulfed in the beautiful story. I’ll spare you the endless paragaraphs I could write about how I felt about the book, and instead supply the key points.

  1. It was centered around a young girl with cerebral palsy who just wanted people to look at her like a regular person.
  2. It was largely about her relationships with the people and environment around her.
  3. It incorporated a lot of vivid descriptions of summer, a season I’ve felt differently about in this past year than previous ones.

But among these things that I so closely have endeared to me as of late, the meaning of relationships, the soft touch of summer on skin, and people who are different, none of these things had the most effect on me. No, it was instead the title — ‘Reaching for Sun‘. The words behind those ones, what it means to really reach for the sunlight. Since I finished this book, it’s been sort of a motto to my heart. I’ve written it on the inside of my notebooks, for a long time I had it in marker on my upper arm, I’ve been known to scribble it on the top of assignments, it’s hidden throughout my entire life. Constant reminders to think every day what it means to reach for sunlight, and even more so what it means to find it.

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