Maintain the gift
At the end of the day, when I say all my good thanksgiving I am grateful for that one lasting word. To live. To breathe. To hope. To love.
Each day I wake to a new set of goodness. It may just be the sound of water running or the simple piece of my mother's laughter. It could be the sweet aroma of cold air seeping in my window or the hot warmth of coffee soaking in the kitchen pot.
Each one breath I take after my eyes find focus is just the beginning of a new class of joy. The different levels of silliness or giddiness. I even am found holding a goofy outlook of a morning. Certainly could hold just lounging inside my down comforter reading a book or even listening to a collection of records seated on my dresser.
Oh no matter how I begin the day one thing is clear, I am going it enjoy every part of it. For I am given another gift in 24 hour stanza, or so I hope.
And when I finally decide whether it's a rushed morning of hard work or a mediocre day of pajamas and books I am still finding positive points to pull out.
Even those days where nothing is as I expect, weakened or just completely dying. I still seek, inside my mind, the goodness, the grandness of what is going on.
Though you wonder how can dying be a positive thing or even weakness? I tell you this, I have always understood life is precious and that each millisecond can be good, if you think it to be.
And even those moments when I have sarcasm or can find darkness settling around me, I have my thoughts that take me to memories. They take me to my hopes. They take me to this wondrous, vibrant environment to help me realize that life really can be worse but to see the goodness in every part. Now that is true love of life.
So today I held severe rough patches at work but I must say the joy of completing parts of a long list of tasks, oh so rewarding. To boot as I was leaving a coworker had just got a "new" look on her makeup that made me think of Puddles the clown. How could I leave work on a sour note. Even when I bumped into a family whose daughters I used to help encourage, and they snubbed me. I still thought, at least once I was good for their family.
Then upon coming home I realized just how tired and sore my soul could be. Bruises and exhaustion settled in. Weakness overpowered me but all I could see was that I was home. A place of rest. A place to recover.
And what better is there than a hot cup of coffee, a warm blanket, a good book and a kitty cat that knows you are hurting? I can't think of anything else to top that.
Sure a release of pressure in stomach, in nerves, upon bones and muscles would be ideal but I made the best of my situation. Kept focused on the good parts.
Then found myself in a state of mellowness. On a ride of swaying and laughter. Then music and words came pouring out of me. No parts bad.
Listening, dreaming and writing well into the early morning hours has me understanding pressure can be released with some complications.
Tonight it is fire skin and insomnia. Which is all okay. Just means nudity and coldness. Perfect way to find peace inside a negative situation. Maybe even some YouTube unsolved mysteries to drone me to sleep.
Perhaps. But I will maintain the positive. The goodness. For that is how I live, day to day. Until a prayer is answered once again.
Then another change. So I smile.
Each day I wake to a new set of goodness. It may just be the sound of water running or the simple piece of my mother's laughter. It could be the sweet aroma of cold air seeping in my window or the hot warmth of coffee soaking in the kitchen pot.
Each one breath I take after my eyes find focus is just the beginning of a new class of joy. The different levels of silliness or giddiness. I even am found holding a goofy outlook of a morning. Certainly could hold just lounging inside my down comforter reading a book or even listening to a collection of records seated on my dresser.
Oh no matter how I begin the day one thing is clear, I am going it enjoy every part of it. For I am given another gift in 24 hour stanza, or so I hope.
And when I finally decide whether it's a rushed morning of hard work or a mediocre day of pajamas and books I am still finding positive points to pull out.
Even those days where nothing is as I expect, weakened or just completely dying. I still seek, inside my mind, the goodness, the grandness of what is going on.
Though you wonder how can dying be a positive thing or even weakness? I tell you this, I have always understood life is precious and that each millisecond can be good, if you think it to be.
And even those moments when I have sarcasm or can find darkness settling around me, I have my thoughts that take me to memories. They take me to my hopes. They take me to this wondrous, vibrant environment to help me realize that life really can be worse but to see the goodness in every part. Now that is true love of life.
So today I held severe rough patches at work but I must say the joy of completing parts of a long list of tasks, oh so rewarding. To boot as I was leaving a coworker had just got a "new" look on her makeup that made me think of Puddles the clown. How could I leave work on a sour note. Even when I bumped into a family whose daughters I used to help encourage, and they snubbed me. I still thought, at least once I was good for their family.
Then upon coming home I realized just how tired and sore my soul could be. Bruises and exhaustion settled in. Weakness overpowered me but all I could see was that I was home. A place of rest. A place to recover.
And what better is there than a hot cup of coffee, a warm blanket, a good book and a kitty cat that knows you are hurting? I can't think of anything else to top that.
Sure a release of pressure in stomach, in nerves, upon bones and muscles would be ideal but I made the best of my situation. Kept focused on the good parts.
Then found myself in a state of mellowness. On a ride of swaying and laughter. Then music and words came pouring out of me. No parts bad.
Listening, dreaming and writing well into the early morning hours has me understanding pressure can be released with some complications.
Tonight it is fire skin and insomnia. Which is all okay. Just means nudity and coldness. Perfect way to find peace inside a negative situation. Maybe even some YouTube unsolved mysteries to drone me to sleep.
Perhaps. But I will maintain the positive. The goodness. For that is how I live, day to day. Until a prayer is answered once again.
Then another change. So I smile.
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