There isn't any special magic in what I post here other than my mad love for dry humor and the occasional moment of clarity. I love. Simply. My children are my life. I sell t-shirts. Coffee and tea are good for the soul. Some people aren't worth diplomacy. When life gets you down, press the big red button.
Today I think I've been more optimistic than most days in the past year, all 5 months of it. For a while now I have had a strong belief that there is more to life than only what we can achieve with help and with reassurance from friends I've come a long way. So much more can be accomplished if we are willing to struggle and sacrifice on our own, if only for a short while hold onto hope while hanging on tightly to the rope and climb it, reaching our goal. I happen to believe the rewards are greatly fulfilling and surpass any feeling we have experienced. Then again, were we made to survive through sacrifice? Is it mandatory we all learn the "Pay me now or Pay Me Later" lesson? Are we really made stronger with each tear, each bout of anger and twinge of inner pain?
I say: Yes.
YES.
We were made to learn. We are born, given an opportunity to feel, taste, touch, see and hear everything life has to offer. We are born, given an opportunity not to waste a moment on self pity or sorrow for ourselves or anger at any "What ifs". Grab that rope, and climb. The rope is only as long as how afraid you are to climb it.
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And here, more music. I want to waltz to this. Ghost Of A Rose by Blackmore's Night. Enjoy.
