we are over thinking it. we have gotten confused with the wealth in the bank and what is true wealth. forgotten what friends are for, what relaxation should feel like and what work accomplishes. that we should take care of one another instead of step on each other, and not sweat the small stuff, to love what we have not what we want. to praise each day we can walk around the block, each moment we are not at war, each day we are not succumbing to defeat.

if it stops raining, even for a moment, i will venture outside. i promise to not complain and will finish my vegetables. to smile more and be nicer to strangers and kinder to the ones I love…although ill keep asking for things i want but will not pout or protest if i do not get them. remember that others are going through all sorts of things and never to minimize or disregard true problems and setbacks. let the world come to us sometimes, lets not always pounce on it. nice, nice then nicer.

each minute, each step it seems i am getting closer to a center. i find contentment each day but also utter frustration. like scratching an itch that never quite goes away my search for balance and peace echo the weather cycles or waves in the ocean, ever different but at the same time the same. a perfectly painted picture, a balanced meal or a flowered meadow on a spring afternoon.