Cloudy, with a chance of…
Will I wander aimlessly through this day or will I seize it and wring out the best it has to offer?
Each day I grow more certain that there must be a better way to live.
A better way than sitting in my recliner and waiting to heal.
Journaling and praying to a God I doubt exists.
Usually, I am moribund. But today, I feel a quickening of my spirit.
It may disappear tomorrow, so I must grab this lit candle that is my soul and live a different way today.
Perhaps acceptance of my limitations should be combined with persistence to overcome them.
I am wise today but tomorrow I may again be a fool.
The candle may flicker and extinguish.
But today, I will rejoice in knowing there is an ember left where I thought there were only ashes.