New Every Morning
Every day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
By Susan Coolidge
I like pain.It nice, it's like a pinch with which you wake up every day. Gives me a sense of being alive.Isn't that nice?, i asked some friends.The replies or advice ranged from the idiotic to outright philosophical.Some people just don't get it....people just don't digest the fact that some people are really happy in that state.....
pah!....a lot of us out there love being sad...whats so great about it, anyways...
You know what i think? I think sometimes....just the change..scares one, if you know what i mean? I mean you get so used to..the sadness and the sorrow, that you cannot see anything beyond that, and sort of get used to it; i guess comfortable is not the word..but..because..you face it or live with it everyday, you take it for granted...then anything unusual or different..makes you doubt it..even if it meant happiness! Get it?
Anyways....love your blogs and writings man, awsome!
Keep it up! and you are free to comment on mine if you wish..
see ya.
Thanks Rosie.
But isn't wonerderful to stand on the middle of the road and be able to see both sides of it? Just like life... =)
:-) Yup..sure is..