I spend too much time and energy wondering why so many others can’t find the joy and peace I’ve found in my life. I’ve always wanted life to be fair, and I guess I’m still looking for that to happen. Why am I blessed with the ability to feel joy, to forgive, and to love deeply? Why do I get to spend many of my days pursuing my passion and my dreams? I don’t know the answers to these questions, but I wish I did, so I could share them with the rest of the world.
I can’t answer these questions, and I may not ever know the reason why some suffer while others are blessed, but I can still do good in the world. One person can’t help everyone they see in need, so I try to help those placed in my path when I have the ability to do so. Maybe once in a while something I do or say will help someone else find what I have. I try to remember that I can’t dwell on the why me of blessings. I’ve lived through half a century of ups and downs, and never fell back into the why me when times were bad. I understand things happen for various reasons and no one is to blame. I don’t want to waste my blessings asking why me. I want to spend my future days concentrating on positive, and attracting more beauty into my life so I’ll have more to share with others.
Each time I come face-to-face with the cruelties of the world, I end up asking, once again, if there is some way the world can be a better place. Each time I have to remind myself to move on, and pay attention to the good things in life.