Life. We woefully crib as we live; mocking at our disdained attempts to be happy, to want more, to find peace, to be more than we can be. We point fingers at life. The glass is half empty. We inadvertently keep searching – restless perturbed souls. We search for light with a lantern.
But... yet when a life departs we mourn; unutterable grief at a sudden death. and yet when the first cry of a newborn life pierces the stillness of silence; we delight. Ecstatic rapture at a new birth. We celebrate life. Knowingly or unknowingly.
Why not just celebrate the gift of life at ever step of constant living. Rejoice the present. Live in the now. Breathe in. Be happy. Stay simple.
Just a thought.





