And because life is filled of adulterated mushrooms. It blooms indiscriminately. Just because you know about it, it doesn’t mean you can go. Just because you can, it doesn’t mean you should. Life is full of promises and rewards, bringing joy always as altruistic as it may sound. Just because you are not there yet, it doesn’t mean it is not coming, giving up is not an option or you will never get there. You will, in due time, at strike of that right jingle and boombox speaker. At snail pace dictated by the rabbit hole. Keep playing, climbing the mountain without peaking at the moon or celebrate dark alleys. Stay often in state of gratitude as tomorrow is never promised but here. Don’t blink but be fully dressed for the occasion, the unexpected blue sky and fresh aroma in the midst of one torrential rain hip pop dance number.
When we think we have it all, we don’t. You wouldn’t catch me saying it but there isn’t a thing called, perfect; no, perfect is not that perfect or cracked up to be. It is convoluted. It makes the perfect story, the best headline for the billboard charts but it is incomplete, a semicolon on a luggage of many Amens.
About yesterday when you felt the earth moving, you thought the headaches were left behind, your wrongs stuffed in a pile of manure and new engine got started. When a bird sang you a lullaby and you thought it was a new tune. The clock went plus one, the apple came down and you thought miracles were around the corner and issues would vanish at the click of a magic wand, tales would not tell a lie but different, you got a new lease on life, all soundly flipped like a fiddler on the roof. No, they are here and it is. Hope. Faith. Love. Grace. Kindness. Patience. Belief. Trust. Merci and Gratitude. Drain them, put them all in a pot, crunk the oven, bring it to a boil 365 days and voila, a great recipe for life’s journey and naughtiness. Life is for the living. Cheers!