I've come to realize that life sucks a little sometimes, and that's ok. It's still good. Still wonderful! Still worthy of living. The other shoe drops, the rug is pulled out from underneath you, Tragedy strikes. You weren't looking, you weren't ready. We are never ready. The call comes, the doctor hesitates, The door slams, he leaves, she leaves, Death claims what you never planned on letting go. The rain, the flood, the wind of Mother Nature's wrath, The shaking of what seems like your very foundation... Tears fall fast, they've run dry. They soothe, they burn so hot As to catch your heart on fire. Who can survive being burned alive? But, you aren't. You live. You go on. I could have given up many times, thrown in the bloody towel. Carried my own self to the grave ~ a foot too close to eternity's ledge. Life sucks sometimes. But, it's still so good! So full of joy and purpose, And more love that even a heart full of cracks can hold.
It's simple really ~ if I had given up on a tragic fateful day, I would have missed out on this morning's glorious sunrise. I would have missed out on the incredible gift of my very next Breath.