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Little of All

Somedays one hopes that a switch could be made, that would give on ean option to just change places and get some peace and quiet. No sooner than this thought balzes through the mind, that another one follows that no matter what the present circumstances may be, there are certain things that one would prefer to carry with them wherever they may go.

“The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too” Vincent Van Gogh

Troubles. True they are plenty in number; then again once in a while we do need them to appreciate what we have at hand.

Blessings. We all have a share of them, whether they be in ounces or gallons; they are there in one form or the other; depends on which we look.

Grace. They do exist, maybe coming along to prove their existence when least expected. Then again, they are there; if not one does find them or they chance upon us along the way.

Steps. All it involves putting one foot in front of the other, though direction of those steps involve a matter of choice, effort and the innate conscience within us.

Hope. Look forward to experience the colours along the horizon, then somewhere along our dreams get a spark to give a little light within.

Add a little of all above and more, it would give us a semblance to live through some moments that life takes us through. All of us need a little of the “good and the bad” to let us know that the beast within do have a rhythm and will of their own. When the varied notes come into play, it may be a sonnet, a pop, a song or just a tune. What ever it may be, the music with the dance is our own, so what are we waiting for ?

This is Life
Ken Smith

I saw the glory of the sunrise,
Breathed the invigorating air,
And my soul rose to the very skies
When I sallied forth, proud to dare.
That was the morning.

The awful heat of the day came down;
I stooped, and my brow was wet with sweat.
And when I saw Misfortune frown
I cried, “I am not conquered yet!”
That was the noonday.

The softer shades of twilight fell
And released my grip in the strife.
I am contented now to dwell
Where understanding sweetens life..
This is eventide.

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Step back and look at the bigger picture.

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