Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, being normal is my greatest lust.
Reality bites but you know what you get. It is the dream and hope where I place my bet.
Finding joy is a diificult task when you don’t know where to look.
But the truth and solution to this enigma, is realizing that you are the cook.
You create joy. You don’t search for it. You make it yourself.
It isn’t something you take from a shelf.
But how do you make joy when you are filled with sorrow?
On occasion, to get the right ingredients, you steal or you borrow.
So when you hold the joy you find or you make,
Does it become more valuable?
Do you fear it is something another would take?
Try this on for size. The greater the pain, the greater the prize.
I looked up and saw the moon. It was a crescent. It was surrounded by stars. I could even see the mysterious mars.
In a moment of despair I saw the beautiful night sky. That little bit of joy when I felt I might die.
Does that mean joy is more powerful, more valuable when I find it in the midst of despair?
Does that mean in order to pay for that incredible moment of being alive, it costs a much higher fare?
Is that actually what is normal? Is my sorrow necessary and true?
Is the basic ingredient for joy derived from feeling blue?
Is the dark ride worth it now?
Knowing that there will be light?
I don’t know. But I keep going. And I keep believing that my path will be shown, like streetlights on a Saturday night.
Be love. Be kind. Be joyful. Make joy.
We are all connected.
Life is better with a soundtrack.
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This is wonderful. Trying to figure out how to post on Facebook. I posted today for the first time in a while. Tell me what you think when you can. Love you!
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