be it a blessing and a curse to care too acutely. my babies are well. the world is here. the holiday season brings with it another year to admire and relish and reveal the things which bring meaning to one's solitary disposition. stop. categorize, clean, bake, make puns, shoot guns - even unloaded. laugh. breathe. pet dog. re-evaluate. stop evaluating. stop judging. stop. envy. thank someone sincerely. be happy for others' happinesses. be aware of others' sufferings. be nice. but skeptical? accept distress gracefully. smile, only sincerely. (unless you're getting paid to either way?) see the romance in tragedy but don't demand their confederation. wish to speak thoughtfully. dream to act on impulse. (and, in such a regard, HOPE that goodness is more natural in you than you might think it is in others.) a selfish fool waits alone never bothering others, only their self. still wonder whether it is worth it to choose understanding over happiness...and don't feel bad for wondering...
I am thankful for good stories, told and secreted, heard and missed, lived and imagined. I am thankful that...I feel, at the very least, somewhere, sometime, I must have done something good.
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