Ambrosious
Weaver of Written Worlds
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Standing outside, with the locusts singing me a lullabye, the moon with a ring and a mist in the air makes me think beautiful thoughts. Maybe it's just my mood, or maybe it's the Georgia air after a rain. Myabe it's the thought of my lovely wife sleeping in her bed without me because I have to work, maybe it's the thought of the future child she and I are trying to make.
Life throws each of us some curves. At the time, we all think that our luck is rotten, that we will never recover from this latest tragedy, that life can't possibly go on, but you know, we are still here. Everyday I spend above ground instead of below ground is a victory. Everyday, someone asks me how I am and I always respond, "I've been worse." No matter how shitty my day, week, or month is, I have been worse.
Think of the old saying, "I felt sorry for myself because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet."
I don't know exactly what has me in this mood tonight, but I hope it never leaves me.
Life throws each of us some curves. At the time, we all think that our luck is rotten, that we will never recover from this latest tragedy, that life can't possibly go on, but you know, we are still here. Everyday I spend above ground instead of below ground is a victory. Everyday, someone asks me how I am and I always respond, "I've been worse." No matter how shitty my day, week, or month is, I have been worse.
Think of the old saying, "I felt sorry for myself because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet."
I don't know exactly what has me in this mood tonight, but I hope it never leaves me.