It is rewarding to be an ambassador of a kindred spirit, blessings are not wealth or success, nor is it goals and hard work. Nope - not even stamina and pride. Blessings are love, kindness and the reward of substance. They are the ability to reach other hearts, make others smile and pass on feelings of worthwhile. Not all moments befit this jest, but most selfless acts hold up poise and strength. They teach us satisfaction, give us light and generate hope for a better world.
I sit behind my light as I watch you thinking out 'loudly' shaking your heads convinced that words are short-lived in a ruthless world. I have, to be honest, 9 times out of 10 I ask myself who am I kidding, this world is a tough critic, and life is a struggle, pain is a daily ritual and zealousness is alive in a harboured world. Our competitive streaks demand personal legacy the art of challenges, self-development and reaching for the stars and all that jazz. It's great to feel a sense of achievement, phenomenal to reap the rewards as we strut our achievements and hang them all up on a pedestal, you know the trophy of life. Are they meant to define us?
We live in a world of opportunity; it's a land of charisma and various journeys, each striving to be unique and set an example, a role model of life paving the way for our alpha generation as our pre-baby boomers set up hope. We work hard; we play harder and sadly, are even more desperate on the candidacy of judging others as we approve and disapprove what we perceive as the norm.
I don't have all the answers. In fact, I'm not sure I've yet been close to deciphering human nature as I seem to hit a labyrinth life. Some doors are closed, others open then they close and reopen. It's almost as if I'm in a robotic auto mode set to pursue new entries. If you think I'm talking about the doors to success, or even wealth, self-development or even education, then you have completely lost me sadly. I guess we are born to live and then live to die. We laugh, we love, we smile, and we cry. We work, we play, we befriend, and we connect. We live, but we forget that life is not meant to be nauseous nor is it meant to be our insomniac routine. It's not meant to be complicated. It's us that confuse it as we search for the soul when the entire time soul is within us. It's everything, the whole creation of essential discoveries from the minute we start breathing to the moment our souls look down on us and thank us for life. Cherish the laughs, smile with strangers, get to know others and thank many many many hearts for being able to live in this world as complicated as we seem to brainwash our hearts that life is harsh, unfair and blame is set upon an enigma that you and I seem not to understand. It's not hard we are here to live a simple life it's called kindness. The rest is a bonus.
“Note to self: Positive
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