More often than not, these days, I find that I really don't have a lot to say. To friends. To family. To myself even. I wish that I had the answers, or a remark, or even something germain to perpetuate the conversation. But I don't.
I might be meloncholy these days. I can't say why. My life goes on but not the same. I was touched by people. I know that I lived a lot of life in a short and small time. Now I'm playing catch up for my already spent time.
But it was worth it. Well beyond worth it.
I've got some bemoanings to do, and dwell on negative things, but I won't. Not tonight. I've also got a lot of reasons to be happy. Good friends who make me dinner on a Sunday night. Sweet people who live half way across the world who have made my life better. Family that will stick by me in the think and thin.
I'm blessed.
I just wish that I could solve problems I see people I care for go through. But they need those trials. That is the only way that they will learn. And as a friend, all I can do is be there to dust them off, pick up pieces if needs be, extend an encouraging word, be there just to give a hug.
I am trying to be positive and I want that positive energy to circulate in my life and those with whom I come in contact. So much to be grateful for, so much to make me smile.
Yes, I am happy.
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