Miracles- they really happen

I watched a film on Tadj Mahal yesterday and I was thinking - "Gosh!I was there."
I saw this, I touched the marble and admired the symetry of the gardens. I glanced through the indows of the Red Fort, the same windows that the women from Shah Djahan's harem used to watch what is happening outside the fort walls without being seen more than two centuries ago.
At the time that I was there I felt like in a dream.
It was and is still a miracle...
I think I have lost my belief in miracles in the last year. Feeling deserted, burning with one idea without any chance to share my passion with anyone, walking through fire, without anyone to hold my hand.
Recently,I went through a strange methamorphosis. I just let go of all the pain in my soul.It took quite a while till I managed to do it, but I think it happened.
And, as if some new world opened to me - I started seeing life in all its colours, sounds and small everyday miracles.
I started meeting people, so interesting that I would stay and listen to their stories for hours...
And I started thinking that the world has so many stories to be told... And I want to be a storyteller, though I know it will take a long way until I manage to be a good one.
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Yesterday I found out my old short-stories, written in 2001. They sounded so naive to me, but they made me think that I would like to write, to improve, to draw portraits of people.
Maybe this is the little miracle coming to tell me something...Maybe:)