There are so many ways to live that I honestly don't know which one is best. I think most of us just do the best we can with what we know.
To me that means the secret is to know as much as possible. That way I have more choices.
I think there is one more refinement that is necessary and that is to focus on those things that make life better.
It is all too easy to focus on the pain, or the problems. They loom larger than life as I grow older, but they don't bring me joy.
Joy gets me out of bed even when I have to limp from one piece of furniture to the next. Joy lifts me up when the infirmities of life become frightening.
The bad things will make themselves known. I don't need to worry about forgetting them.
Focusing on the bright side of my life makes it worthwhile in spite of anything else. The secret is to find that bright spot, wherever it is and nurture it, groom it, allow it take over and carry me away.
If I do this the bumps are just that, something that I can get over and move past. I know there will come a moment when I can't do that, but perhaps then, with one giant breath, I will be able to make that final leap knowing my life has been as full of love and wonder and joy as I knew how to make it.
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