The next Day

 My moment of melancholy is over. It passed uneventfully. 

Today I am rejuvenated with listening to motivational speeches and thinking of what I really want in life. Happiness invaded my weekend and I thought of those I love the most riding among the changing leaves. Why do we not teach and support each other that moments of winter all hit our soul. That it is temporary and shouldn’t last long. Why don’t we discuss with each other those emotions that hurt ? Possibly because it’s often  times hard to look at tough things .  

We have to train ourselves to see the beauty in the hard .. we have to settle into the joys of hardship and know that the spring of opportunity is coming  by and not to wasted. 

I am so lucky to be surrounded by so much good that it out weighs the hard … 

And today I can see it . 

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