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I thought I'd share this with you guys. It's just a random blog (I guess that's the online term for a journal entry?) I wrote earlier. 
It's surprising, how the little joys in life are the stuff that keep you going, no matter how tough it gets. It's silly little things... Oscar Meyer's liquidy brown eyes gazing up at me in adoration... Skeletor biting my ankles... Excited guinea pigs wheeking their heads off for carrots. I just love my animals so much. Whenever I am miserable, I bury my face in a soft, warm, wonderful little creature and I feel so much better.
Animals are so much better than human babies... granted, they might pee on your carpet now and again... or vomit hairballs into their dish of just-filled very-expensive food, but considering the amount of joy they give me, it's a forgivable trespass.
It's not just my animals, though. It's random things. The smell of chai tea - almost like pumpkin pie, filling my nose and my mouth with an aroma that takes me back to so many Thanksgivings. The grumble of my truck as it roars to life beneath me. Freezing in the morning, and hopping into a hot shower. Sucking in a breath of frosty fall air, perusing the millions of shades of orange, yellow, red, and fading, lemony greens.
I'll admit it. I am absolutely in love with life. It's ups, its downs, and everything else in between. Nobody has a perfect life... I certainly don't. But there are a million things to be grateful for and enjoy for every bad thing out there.
I am completely, unutterably happy. I have lived a great life so far. A tough one, sure. But every time I go home with my shoulders aching from another long day, that stitch of pain between my shoulders isn't an aggravation - it's a symbol of the good things I created with my two hands. And when my two hands throw together something delicious and melty, and I finally relax on my couch with my puppy's head on my lap... Well, hell, that's the closest thing to heaven on earth. Complete satisfaction.
Some mornings I wake up and I feel like my heart is going to explode with contentment.
Not everyone gets a good break in life. Growing up I had a harsh father, a wonderful mother, and 0 friends. But I'll be damned if I didn't love my childhood despite the loneliness and the cracks of the belt. Because, like I said, for every bad thing there is a million good things. I had food to eat, clothes to wear, an endless back yard that merged into mountains, and awesome siblings. We kept each other together through the hard times, and even though we are all grown now, I love them just as much.
Life hands you lemons, and sometimes it's impossible to be joyous about it. But when you feel like you're lost, find a reason to smile. There's a million reasons out there. And even if you can't seem to find your niche - work to make a niche for others. Whether it's helping others in need or just making beautiful things for others to enjoy.
Damn, I love life.
It's surprising, how the little joys in life are the stuff that keep you going, no matter how tough it gets. It's silly little things... Oscar Meyer's liquidy brown eyes gazing up at me in adoration... Skeletor biting my ankles... Excited guinea pigs wheeking their heads off for carrots. I just love my animals so much. Whenever I am miserable, I bury my face in a soft, warm, wonderful little creature and I feel so much better.
Animals are so much better than human babies... granted, they might pee on your carpet now and again... or vomit hairballs into their dish of just-filled very-expensive food, but considering the amount of joy they give me, it's a forgivable trespass.
It's not just my animals, though. It's random things. The smell of chai tea - almost like pumpkin pie, filling my nose and my mouth with an aroma that takes me back to so many Thanksgivings. The grumble of my truck as it roars to life beneath me. Freezing in the morning, and hopping into a hot shower. Sucking in a breath of frosty fall air, perusing the millions of shades of orange, yellow, red, and fading, lemony greens.
I'll admit it. I am absolutely in love with life. It's ups, its downs, and everything else in between. Nobody has a perfect life... I certainly don't. But there are a million things to be grateful for and enjoy for every bad thing out there.
I am completely, unutterably happy. I have lived a great life so far. A tough one, sure. But every time I go home with my shoulders aching from another long day, that stitch of pain between my shoulders isn't an aggravation - it's a symbol of the good things I created with my two hands. And when my two hands throw together something delicious and melty, and I finally relax on my couch with my puppy's head on my lap... Well, hell, that's the closest thing to heaven on earth. Complete satisfaction.
Some mornings I wake up and I feel like my heart is going to explode with contentment.
Not everyone gets a good break in life. Growing up I had a harsh father, a wonderful mother, and 0 friends. But I'll be damned if I didn't love my childhood despite the loneliness and the cracks of the belt. Because, like I said, for every bad thing there is a million good things. I had food to eat, clothes to wear, an endless back yard that merged into mountains, and awesome siblings. We kept each other together through the hard times, and even though we are all grown now, I love them just as much.
Life hands you lemons, and sometimes it's impossible to be joyous about it. But when you feel like you're lost, find a reason to smile. There's a million reasons out there. And even if you can't seem to find your niche - work to make a niche for others. Whether it's helping others in need or just making beautiful things for others to enjoy.
Damn, I love life.
