As I write these words
I realize not everyone will relate
How can we all be thankful?
Happy? Or even feeling blessed?
I skimmed the news before sunrise.
Headlines, mainly, I asked the question:
What’s the condition of the world,
And am I the only lucky one?
It’s bad out there.
Hate. Violence. War. Turmoil.
Even Planet Earth is groaning.
Of course, the news can’t all be good.
But then, and here’s where the story twists.
I talk to people around me.
Casual conversations about life
The story becomes so much different.
It appears to me the news focuses
On the “bad” and very little of the “good.”
These days of news outlets on every corner
The aggregation of reports from various directions
All are simply repeating the same thing
Pile it up, and it’s really scary.
Is my life perfect? Not in the least, for sure.
But I carry my problems differently.
They are buried deep and not painted in words.
I choose to live thankful, blessed, and happy.
