Breathing

A smile from a stranger. A baby’s giggle. A little girl twirling with freedom, this is what I live for. It is what keeps me going. Life is tough for everyone. Life is lonely. It is too long, yet too short at the same time. It’s a balance of beauty and malice. Its all a matter of balance. I have fallen off in to the water from my spinning log countless times. Losing to gravity and smitten by Nature's hand. As I write this I am asking what the point of this is? There is no point. No exciting story. It is simply a process. A thought process, an advancement through life, acceptance that sometimes all there is some days is housework, eating, breathing, longing, sleeping. But other days you come across those rays of sunshine: a mother singing to her child, two sisters sharing popcorn and juicy secrets, an unexpected hug. That is where you find yet another reason to keep going.