There is a garden unlike any other, one you have always known but only now remember. A place where the golden sun spills through whispering leaves, where the scent of jasmine curls through the air like a long-forgotten melody. As you step forward, the soft emerald grass cushions your every movement, welcoming you, inviting you deeper into its embrace. The winding path ahead twists and turns, yet somehow, you know that every step is exactly where it should be.
You notice how the roses, rich with crimson depth, lean in as if to share their secrets. The lilacs hum a lullaby on the breeze, and the daisies, so simple and pure, nod in approval as you pass. The more you walk, the lighter you feel, as if shedding the weight of something you never knew you carried. The further you go, the more joy blooms inside you, effortless and radiant, like sunlight warming the petals of a dew-kissed flower.
The path meanders, leading you into the heart of this secret world. You may not know where you are going, but there is no need to know. Because here, time bends like ivy on a trellis, and each step forward feels like a return home. The gentle rustle of willow branches murmurs a truth you have always known but never quite heard. You are exactly where you are meant to be.
And then, just ahead, you see it—a well of stone, old and wise, waiting in the center of the garden. It has always been here, hasn’t it? You step closer, feeling a warmth rise within you, an anticipation without reason, an inexplicable joy that flows through your veins like the scent of honeysuckle on a summer night. You peer over the edge and see your reflection in the water—clear, whole, limitless. This well, you realize, does not just grant wishes. It is the keeper of your truest desires, the silent guardian of everything you have ever longed for.
It’s always been there hasn’t it?
You reach into your pocket and find nothing, and yet, everything you need. A single thought, a single wish, takes shape in your mind. Not a desperate longing, but an effortless knowing. You close your eyes for just a moment, and when you open them, the garden shimmers even brighter, the colors richer, the air sweeter. And then you know—your wish was never about changing anything. It was always about remembering. Remembering the joy that lives in you, that has always been here, waiting for you to notice.
And as you turn, walking back through the winding path, the flowers seem to bow in gentle reverence, the breeze carries laughter, and the sun’s golden glow lingers on your skin. Because now, with every step, you know: the garden is not outside of you. It has always been within. And joy, that pure, unshakable joy, is yours. Always has been. Always will be.
