Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back.
...something happens better than all the riches or power...
Isn't this the heart of it...the soul of it?
The surprising sound of a screech owl nearby,
an unexpected blooming, a patch overflowing with sunflowers,
or cardinal flowers, a cloud of finches feeding in your garden,
you finally find something you lost months back,
a catch-up call from a dear one, the smile of your lover.
The smallest happening can ignite your world,
turn it into a celebration, rescue you from despair.
Joy is not a crumb.
Don't be afraid of its plenty.
I'm convinced this is the secret to a well lived life.
kastilwell
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