What if the meaning of life is that it is meaningful within itself?
What if the shiest wink and the most terrible of wars, every step taken along the way, are so meaningful that they simply are?
Could meaning live in the converging point where everything that has already been transforms into whatever is ahead, as necessary and beautifully precise as the sun rises and hides, so perfect that it just needs to take place?
Somewhere around this last thought, I finally comprehended the real meaning of acceptance, so that the burdens of resignation and anger could begin to fall off. Now I observe from another perspective. My family, my way in life, everything was given as a gift and not as acquired rights.
I am blessed for being able to open my eyes every morning, to stand firm on my feet, to have one more day to live. I no longer take anything for granted, I am thankful for every moment, for every little thing. This is so far the greatest success I have experienced in this life.
NOTA MENTAL
Sometimes when you cannot feel blessed, rationalizing why you truly are can be a magnificent tool to break through solidified rests of the persistent patterns that emote out of arrested development.
FUN FACT
Years after this was written, doubt still arises and makes us forget sometimes.
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*Meaning is one of the lanterns currently being used during the dumpster cleanings.
