You amaze me! I look at you and it makes me want to be a better person. To many times I see this but forget, get to busy or am embarrassed to tell you. To many times in life we don’t see what others see in us. We can never truly be all that people see us as (or we’d all be super heroes) and therefore we don’t see it. But know you inspire and amaze me! I have built my life on my word and my deeds but you only make we want to do more. As I sat in four funerals last year, I was dumbfounded by one thought: did I tell them what they meant? Sadly I hung my head in shame. To many times we stand at the end and speak of a life but they did not know it and they dang sure ain’t hearing it at that point. Even as you read this you have no idea what you did, said or caused me to write this. This is not a futile attempt to announce some disease that is taking my life, I want you know what you mean to me without a cause. In your eyes I see hope and that helps we keep my faith. With your laughter I hear the child’s joy that warms my heart. In your confidence to share your inner thoughts I feel honored to bear your burden. Even in your tears I see hope, for you cry because you love, you lost, you missed or are missed and in all that I see a belief that you can love. Yet with all these facets and sides on image shines about them all: you are the same person at all times! There is no air of superiority or condescending tone just you being you and for that I will be me! As my life seems to cave in you persevere and prosper. In that baffling thought I see that you take life in stride and live as you can. In the immortal words: change what you can, accept what you can’t and learn to blend the two into your own painting! Thanks for being you!
I was talking with a friend this weekend and the thought lite went off. We were both venting about our jobs and how nice the weekend is until Sunday when the dread of Monday sets in. WTF? From Eat Pray Love , “I built this life and was involved in it” but how has it became this drone existence. Every song on radio praises the weekend and despises the work week and SO DO WE ALL!!!! How sad this is that we live for 100 days out of 365 in our year around the sun. This has been on my mind for a while and everyone I speak to seems to have the same story. We work and live for the weekend but what kind of living is that? I know better than most that work is a four letter word which I must do but I want it to be a happy part of my life not merely a necessity. I chose this career over one I love for money and it is taking its toll. I have molded myself into a corporate drone who sits in traffic, gets the Monday blues on Sunday and has little life during the week. Yes, I am not living; I am s...
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