Life's little miracles

This week something incredible happened. My girlfriend gave birth to her son and I held him when he was 2 hours old. She is the first one in our crew to have a baby and I didn't grow up with many kids around me. Most of my family is in Turkey, so this was the first time for me to hold such young life in my arms.

And something shifted inside of me when I held him. I don't think I have ever experienced innoncence and purity to that extend. Last time I probably did was the day I was born.

In a phase where a lot of things are going through my mind and worries have made themselves comfortable on my shoulders, I realized that all we strive for is irrelevant if we don't pay attention to the little miracles that take place every day.

What a blessing to realize that.