Spring arrived like a gentle whisper, a sudden burst of life unfolding all around me. Driving through unfamiliar streets in a new country, I watched through the car window as nature dressed herself in colors I had never seen before—petals in shades of coral, lavender, golden yellow, and deep fuchsia. It felt otherworldly. A brushstroke from heaven itself. I was mesmerized, spellbound by the artistry of the blooms, each one painting joy across my heart. In that moment, I thought: This is what heaven must look like—my version of it, at least. The overwhelming beauty was enough to silence any noise within me. And yet, life, as always, carries contrasts. For just as beauty blossoms, brokenness often lingers nearby. As our car gently rolled through a neighborhood, I noticed something else—people stumbling on sidewalks, shouting into the wind, laughing at ghosts, or simply slouched against walls with eyes glazed over. Some seemed to dance to invisible tunes, lost in a world I...