In the beginning I was taught to not trust, to not expect anything from anyone, except maybe harm. In the beginning they told me life was hard and fraught with peril and sadness, struggle and pain. In the beginning they wanted me to work hard, no matter if it was hard work or even if it killed me a little everyday. But even in the beginning, I thought they were wrong! All the good that surrounded me, and all the love and caring people shared with each other, was so very obvious to me. How could it be that no one around me was seeing this? It was sadly, the way my family thought and taught us to be. My voice was always quiet, never had a lot to say, but when backed into a corner I always stood up for what I believed in. One day, I said it all out loud, and from that day forward, I was the stupid one, The daughter who was the black sheep, the prodigal child, who deserved nothing more than pity at best and ridicule at worst. So here I am, still wondering when we are all going to wake up and smell the roses.
Once upon a time, in a simpler world we all took time to appreciate the things that were around us. Smelling the flowers or the fresh breeze. Looking into the sky to see what shapes the clouds would make or what stars were in the sky. Feeling the air on our skin, and the rain drops and snowflakes on our tongues. Once upon a time, when we were not so busy being distracted by all the noise, and trinkets in our hands and pockets, we remembered to say hello to the person walking past us on the street. Not some monotones gesture, but a true greeting, full of warmth and friendliness. Once upon a time, our neighbors were like our family, and they were all loved and respected for whatever they offered to us and society in general. All people had worth, all people were deserving of love and companionship, all were regarded as special in some way or other.
This is not about a "Oh woe is me" kind of blog. This is about remembering some of the things we used to value. This is about taking a moment everyday to reflect on the value of all life and its connection to us. Remembering the simpler times, and cherishing those moments, in the hopes that these qualities can return to us. Looking for the beauty around us, will only increase the chances of seeing more beauty. The more we appreciate it, the more beautiful it becomes, the more we see to appreciate! So, for my part, today I am focusing on the things that make me feel love. The things that fill my heart with joy and happiness, the things that make peace a living breathing part of my life. Today, I am working harder than any other day to bring that part of me into fullness. My goal, is simply to rejuvenate myself to the sweetness and bliss of the child they tried to change. To bring back to life that zest for living, and the joy of seeing, the happiness of dreaming and the bliss of some ones simple gesture of love and kindness! Today, is the newest beginning in a process of reclaiming the ecstasy of that happy child, full of naivety, not in the way people think, and maybe even then some. Sometimes ignorance of the ugly things in the end spares us. Spending too much time focusing on the horrible things will always jade us, and in worst cases ruin us. How can we love anything or anyone, when we fear everything that is around us?
Hoping your having a great day! Sending my love to you as always, diana
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