A Thousand Beautiful Things...

It's morning, and I get up.

My body aches; my heart hurts; my mind is dull...

It's a hard stretch, but out of habit, I arise.

Nothing is different than when I fell asleep, except that everything I left yesterday...

Has followed me to today.

It's a struggle, but I remind myself that everyone else is just like me...

Discontent...

Unsettled...

Wondering if there really is, indeed, a reason to continue...

But, in front of me dangles a string.

I look at it, and, as ever, I contemplate it.

That string is called "hope".

As much as I'd like to not grasp onto it and let its wings carry me until tomorrow...

Long before daylight...

As the rest of the world sleeps, I grab hold.

And, that tiny string carries me through my day.

I'd like to think that I am different...

That not all of us are living just like me, but, in fact, we are.

I am full of "woulda", "coulda", "shoulda"...

Yes,

I can...

I could...

I would...

And, I did.

As much as life told me I couldn't...

I did.

Today will be no different.

The sunrise challenges me...

I stare it in the face and challenge it back.

Neither the sun;

Nor the moon;

Nor can life;

Beat me.

I will win.

I always do.

I will forever fight to see the beatiful things...

A thousand of them.

My children;

My mother;

My sisters;

My friends;

Not one thing on earth can overcome their beauty.

Not one thing can overcome those...

Thousand beautiful things.