Counting my blessings

A reflection in time
Time is passing by, like a freight train going to its determined destination.
Little can slow it down, there is no derailing it.
Looking back the trail is clear, and done.
Many encounters have new discoveries to comprehend
Time does not wait for decisions, but accompanies them to the end.
The trail is long.
Patients will endeavor to conclude a passage.
With each passing moment, a new accomplishment is realized.
The challenge was met and forged on.
The progression proceeds to a new experience, and wisdom matures to the next level.
Is the present existence final or will it reveal a new birth?

Happiness is what you make of it, but what do you do when anger surrounds you?

Love, and be loved, but what do you do when hate surrounds you?

Slow down and smell the roses, but what do you do when they keep pushing you?

The answer is move away from all that keep pushing hate and anger.


Time does not stop

I have been dreaming of the fight to freedom from my window sill, staring at the model plane, swaying about from the gentle breeze coming though the opened window. Wondering what it would be like to pilot though the sky and exploring new ventures.
With each day passing me by, a small piece is yearning to convert the dream into reality, as my soul existence is not complete until this is done. For each day, with no contributions the dream is converted to depression. I learned, life is not consistent, new twist or challenges occurs and need to be met. Not all are met but set aside, because, I am only human with feeling changing with each climate. The climate I fear most is hate and anger, so much is invested around, and affecting the good energy needed to promote a positive climate for the dream to blossom.


Counting my blessings

I have good health
Family and friend who love me
A roof over my head and warm bed
Food and drink
A job I like that pays the bills
A wealth of knowledge in understanding my surroundings

Working on the positive