Isn't That The Way? Everybody's Got Their Dues In Life To Pay...

reflection of a tree in a puddle, Seattle

Today I told a friend that I would rather die with stregnth than live with weakness and I thought it was because I was trying to bolster her faith in living. But I have realized that I am a firm believer in stregnth and dignity. Even though I question my faith in organized religions. I believe in good, in loyalty, in treating others as you would want to be treated and in the goodness of humanity. Just when things seem unbearable, I take a look around and revel in a beautiful moment. And in that moment I am reminded that I better thank my lucky stars that I am alive to witness it.

I may pretend that things are okay most of the time. That I am in control. But the reality is the only thing that I am in control of is the way that I greet the day and the way that I react to life. Cause the reality is life can suck, be ordinary, be difficult, be a million indescrible things in one. But one thing for certain is it is never dull if you don't want it to be. It is moments of despair that give way to great stregnth. And damn, do I love the feeling after the stregnth has taken over.

That is the time when I "Do not go gentle into that good night." No I "rage, rage against the dying of the light." I am my own hero to myself. I pick myself up and dust myself off and go...