Vegetable Soup: Better Days

Days come, days go...Clock is ticking and it seems never ending.

All I thought is what I have now and what I loose as I stare blankly to the white screen, just molding the words to write. Better days is what I want, what we want. A reaching hand to someone who stumbles and fall, a loving arm for embrace to heal.

Everyday, that's right it is a new day, looking back to the past it's just another story to tell, to be able to close my eyes and feel them as it lingers underneath the skin, but it is not to harm me, it is just to remember. The happiness and the pain, both are forgiving words and actions to desolate the present and to slow down the future. What matters is it played the role in my life as an individual, a mistakes to learn, a smile that draws in my face. Yet I've never been so appreciative in such simple life for a gift. My deepest fear is not that I am inadequate. My deepest fear is that I might be powerful beyond measure. It is the light, not the darkness that most frightens us. We've been given so much mercy as we live; from the moment I open my eyes on the sun warm rays till the day ends in glimpse of saying goodbye to it again, it is mercy. I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it. These better days might be in my dreams, a lot more is going on in the world than I am conscious of when I am disappointed, or hurt, or frustrated, or embittered, still I want to say that is my better days. And I want you to find yours as well even it's bad or good, take a time to look at it. Being vulnerable doesn't have to be threatening. Just have the courage to be sincere, open and honest.

Step by step till I get there is not an easy task to do and the risk is always there. But it will be worth it for me if I know what's the end of my lifeline. My beating heart is a happy burden. The most beautiful things in the world are not seen nor touched. They are felt with the heart. Speaking from the heart frees us from the secrets that burden us. Come to think of it I never missed to breathe, to stop for awhile and see the beauty of each day I have. We are not prisoners, it's just a mere fact that we feel bound 'cos we meditate too much on pessimist areas. When we focus to the feelings of self-pity, the self in isolation, the result is an intensification of misery. So live freely and boldly and in every event of our life let's never forget to confront God.

What a different story people would have to tell if they would adopt a definite purpose and stand by that purpose until it had time to become an all-consuming purpose. This is my story, my purpose, my life and my better days.