Friday, June 14, 2013

I wake up in the morning thinking I am so blessed to be allowed to live yet another day. When I was younger, I thought to myself, none of my closest relatives have died, no one I know has died, I am healthy, and all that stuff that happens to people on the news and in movies probably will never happen to me. I would create my own odds. Then, when people started dying around me, and things in the news and movies got really close to home, I started freaking out. Like it's only a matter of time now. I am doomed.

But I'm not doomed. God gives me a peace that cannot be understood with our earthly limitations of thought. I just take a deep breath and know that I am okay. I actually have no other choice but to believe everything will be alright. It's either that or living in fear. And I am tired of living in fear, it drains you of happiness. Often times, I think of the people who opened their eyes to a hospital ceiling, or to an in-home nurse who has to lift them into their wheel chair, or of the children who aren't blessed with the luxuries of America, and wake up to no food for the whole day.

I have always been striving to make it in life, and during the moments I feel like a complete failure because I haven't reached my goals, I sit back and think, I am alive. I can walk and bathe myself. I have food I can cook and it's actually enjoyable to eat. I can drive to where ever my gas tank permits and buy what ever my wallet agrees to. All of my bills are accounted for. My remaining family is alive and healthy. I have been blessed. I am free. I am happy. 

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