I admit, I have a beautiful life. I don’t mean to brag, but I love the life I have and there is no other life I’d rather live. This wasn’t always my truth. Many years ago, I didn’t think I would one day have a beautiful life. I had a soul-sucking attitude, a typical teenager, superficially at best, pretty on the surface but no substance It took me a long time and a lot of work to get to where I am, and where am heading. But like everyone, I have my own struggles. I have personal deficits that I’m aware need fine-tuning (or major overhaul salvage). I’m susceptible to sadness, negative energy from others, and occasional feelings of helplessness about the troubles of the world. But I focus more on laughter, celebration, and the depths of life. Overall, life is beautiful. I’m not talking about aesthetic beauty, although a beautiful environment can contribute to a beautiful life. I’m talking about a deeper kind of beauty. One that you can’t buy from a store. One that makes you feel excited about being alive, that allows you to be inspired and be an inspiration, that shows your connectedness to other human beings.
People have different approach toward achieving a happy life, am willing to discuss mine, another time.
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