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Blessings on an Autumn Day

Some days are hard.

Some days, the tears keep coming and won't stop. It's a never ending gush. There are breaks, but they always come back to finish the job.
Some days, the body is achy. Muscles are sore from walking, spinning, working. They scream for rest. Yet even rest doesn't seem to cover it.
Some days, the road of nostalgia is long and tiring. But it's impossible to get off that road. Because if you get off that path, where will you go?
Some days, even just to smile takes all the effort that is required, let alone being happy. It would be so much easier to just be angry and sad and depressed.
Some days, "Why?" is always going through the mind.

...

Today was not a some day day.

Today, the weather was beautiful. Autumn is here. One day, it will be winter. An entire cycle of seasons will have run its course, and the year mark will come.

But, it's not here yet. So, be happy today.

Today, the leaves were brown and red and orange and yellow. They are beautiful and fun. Some hang on for dear life, while others float to the ground.

But, I am stronger than those little leaves. So, be happy today.

Tomorrow may be hard. I might cry, or become angry. Maybe I'll stress over all that needs to be done. Maybe it will seem like more than I can handle.

But, tomorrow is not today. So, be happy today.

The holidays will be here soon. It will be hard not having them here. It will be a different holiday season, as will be the next one. And the next one. And the one after that. I'll be with other family members. We might cry. We will laugh. We will remember good times. We might ask why.

But, the holidays aren't here yet. And we still have each other. So, be happy today.

...

I drive down the road of my old neighborhood. I see the house.
It is empty.
It hurts a little bit.
I pass the house. I don't look back.
Because looking back stops me from looking forward.

Life moves on fast.
So, be happy today.
Someday, it will be ok.

"Men are, that they might have joy."



Comments

  1. KatSeptember 24, 2014 at 7:58 AM

    Beautiful Sentiments!

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  2. Morgan ReeceDecember 5, 2014 at 6:02 PM

    Good post Jensen. I always enjoy the raw emotion you emit in your posts. It's very real and actually refreshing. Uplifting yet truthful. Anyway.... Thinkin about ya.

    Morgan

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