Bliss and loving a day
Finally saying what I have is good. To finally be free of the torment inside of myself is bliss.
And for the hope of finally letting go of all the hostility in life. I just live every day as it is my last. And you know what nothing I do is extravagant. Most often times I am at home curled into a ball on my wing back chair. And the days I do get out I am at work chugging down the dram of coworkers. Not all is bad. Just some. But nevertheless I don't break out and say treat me different than everyone else. No need to be gentle on me.
My only roughness is when I am working hard, on my last leg of energy and hacking in the restroom most of the morning. I still just slap my smile on and get back to work. The grit in my family is thoroughly places within my system.
But I look into the past, days seem to roll together. Even at times nothing seems real. I just float. But it is good for me. Makes me forget things until I reach my bed or my chair. Then I can crash, if allowed.
And the best part about being pushed to my limit is that I got to be pushed. I know that sounds crazy but the positive note in all that is life is that you can either not do anything or actually try to do something, anything. So yeah call me odd but I am thankful for the hardships and the negativity because I choose to LIVE through it. Who else has that mentality.
So here I am relaxing before a short day of work, still going to be busy but it will be fun. And I love it.
And for the hope of finally letting go of all the hostility in life. I just live every day as it is my last. And you know what nothing I do is extravagant. Most often times I am at home curled into a ball on my wing back chair. And the days I do get out I am at work chugging down the dram of coworkers. Not all is bad. Just some. But nevertheless I don't break out and say treat me different than everyone else. No need to be gentle on me.
My only roughness is when I am working hard, on my last leg of energy and hacking in the restroom most of the morning. I still just slap my smile on and get back to work. The grit in my family is thoroughly places within my system.
But I look into the past, days seem to roll together. Even at times nothing seems real. I just float. But it is good for me. Makes me forget things until I reach my bed or my chair. Then I can crash, if allowed.
And the best part about being pushed to my limit is that I got to be pushed. I know that sounds crazy but the positive note in all that is life is that you can either not do anything or actually try to do something, anything. So yeah call me odd but I am thankful for the hardships and the negativity because I choose to LIVE through it. Who else has that mentality.
So here I am relaxing before a short day of work, still going to be busy but it will be fun. And I love it.
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