The Art of Living.
My fingers touch the windowsill as I watch the rain.
The air around me feels lighter now without the pain.
I realize that my life was just like this storm.
My sky became cloudy just for a little while, then it lost form.
It dissipated and the sun came out to shine.
The chaos had finally lifted from my mind.
I pull my fuzzy blanket closer to my chest.
I snuggle in and close my eyes, knowing that this was not a test.
It was an opportunity to choose Love over fear.
And I did! Since the decision, I have not shed a tear.
Every day I feel stronger.
Many say it should have taken longer.
But I see Love much deeper than this.
I see someone who brought me so much bliss.
So why hold resentment?
It didn’t make sense to me, putting myself in that predicament.
I choose to laugh often, smile more and to thrive.
I choose to be grateful for every day I am alive.
I choose to forgive and to forget.
Because there’s no point in walking forward if you’re always looking back with regret.
So I’m going to choose to master this since the time is ticking.
While my life is happening, I’m going to master the art of living.
• xoxo •