There may not be enough numbers to quantify my gratitude to the universe. I am eternally grateful for each and every day that brought me to today. Thankful am I for the moments I have experienced along the way.
There have been the most beautiful dreams, scary nightmares and I embrace both as they are part of what makes me whole. If not for sadness, hardship and pain, would I truly appreciate fully that which rises from the ashes? Each experience is a part of the journey and the lessons they are many.
While I am very appreciative of everything I have, “things” do not permeate through my veins. Rather it is the people, and the memories made, that is the most compelling.
There is no way I could ever consolidate the immeasurable number of souls that have passed my way in the last year. Most have come and gone, a few stayed awhile, and fewer still are present now.
For those that are no longer here, and for anyone that I may have hurt, I am sorry. I value you. Please forgive me.
They say that one key to being successful is to surround yourself with like-minded individuals as your environment is stronger than you are. How fortunate am I to be surrounded by some of the hardest working, kindest and most generous men and women to grace this planet starting with my family. My parents are the symbol of these qualities and are a beacon for others. The same can be said for my sister, and her family. And, my girlfriend is also the same.
A bit of wisdom bestowed upon me years ago was that “all that matters is that you practice kindness.”
For this year the wisdom is: Sometimes it’s time to “drop the L and start earning” and, “If you want to write, just start writing.” Finally, “Listen not to the herd. The herd is blind.” The herd is often what is the loudest. Their bellows fill the air with little or no objectivity. Theirs may be the chorus but that does not necessarily mean they are on key.
The way, whatever way one chooses, is their way. Their way may not be the same for everyone nor should it be. Finding one’s own path to tranquility is led by one’s own internal compass.
My own has guided me through a rather bumpy patch that has not always been without problems. In fact, over the course of this year there have been many a bump in the road, but I have gained greater compassion for myself and for others.
And, on the contrary, there are incredible caregivers who are there on a daily basis, to the nursing home, to the hospital, at a bedside, and these people care for their loved ones in such a marvelous way. There is a call I try to make on at least once a weekly basis just to say hi. The conversation is not what makes it so, but rather simply the effort to simply say hello. There are those I have noticed who may never have anyone acknowledge them throughout any given day. So many lie in pain and yet no one is there, because no one visits them. Children in hospital with no parents, for example, and on the opposite spectrum elderly who have no family are too often an occurrence.
What I have come to realize if only we do the best we can, that is the best we can do. We do not know others reasons why. That is not for us to know.
I have seen great adversity conquered with my own eyes. Those lost and left to the side having picked themselves up and are now making tremendous stride. They are like you and I. We all have our setbacks, our struggles, whatever they may be. Theirs is evidence though that no matter how great the odds the will to overcome can and does.
Whatever your conviction, whatever your goals may be, no matter what the herd may think, follow your light. Listen carefully and discernibly for advice that is fruitful instead of detrimental to you being the best you can be. Be true to you.
Certainly, like all the rest, I have experienced friends who are not exactly the most friendly, heard neighbors who are not so incredibly neighborly and watched people act not so kindly to their own kind.
No matter what they may have done, sometimes it is easier to raise two fingers instead of one.
P E A C E !