She wasn’t at the top of the
corporate ladder and still her deepest
dreams, though she pursued them,
hadn't yet come true. But still
she was happy to be alive.
She had people to love; a roof over her head;
she had all the essentials for living;
water, gas electricity, food;
she could appreciate the flowers blooming,
the sun beaming and the skies blessing.
She had good books to read.
She spoke to the moon at night.
She often had a good sing in the shower.
And she lived her life with a touch of her own style.
The world’s mindless noise went quiet at the
sight of her relentless joy.”
~ S.C. Lourie
Yeah.
Relentless joy.
After a decade and a half of survival mode living, I'm finding joy more and more often.
I'm going to spread it around thick and sweet, dripping like honey on warm bread.
Relevant Reading

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