I sit in the kitchen, and wonder and ask: Why am I alive- what's my purpose, my task ? Get rich, fat and greedy, and have a great time before I will leave this world, right in my prime...
But that can't be it. For the last shirt I'll wear (-the one I'll be dressed in when death I will bear-) That shirt got no pockets- No silver or gold which I'd want to take can be carried, I'm told.
So I just sit there and keep thinking. What if the reason for life is quite simply ‘to live’ : To be simply grateful to breathe, and delight in life's little gifts, day by day, night by night… ?
Those treasures which fit in one's pockets- just dreams! in truth are quite worthless, and so it just seems that those which I reap with my eyes- not those bought! are those I should carry along, in my thought...
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To be simply grateful to breathe, and delight
in life's little gifts, day by day, night by night… ?
Now "THAT'S" when REAL living begins!!!
3 for 3 !!! - Father Fellsman was right... you're an asset already!! :-) Great Write!!
A super philosophy brilliantly written.
Kind regards
Fellsman (Bill).