It. And I'm not talking about that atrocious clown.

Isn't It beautiful?
It, that created you, and has a grand purpose for your life.
It, that hurls you into dirty situations and then delivers you from them.
It, that mends your broken heart, restores your heavy soul, and keeps you alive and well even when you are not.
It, that to some is a God, a book, an animal, a statue, or even your very own mind.
It, that creates the wind.
It, that is the wind.
It, that aligns the stars so that you meet your very own It.

And that It is a person, a talent, or a passion that makes you feel closer to It than you've ever been before.
It is the purpose for your life.
It is the deliverance from sadness.
It is your happy heart, your blessed soul, and your reason for living.
It holds you in heavy wind, while It helps you embrace the weather.
It just is.
And isn't It beautiful?