Stop living your days...weeks...months
every single tiny breath
trapped inside someone else's assumed assumptions
(or are they our own?)
Isn't life more than the "I wonder what he is thinking?"
"I should have done it this way"?
Listen more deeply to the way the sun sets
after a sticky summer day.
Feel the weight of black dots on a ladybug's back
as it carefully crawls up the arm.
Watch the way a child gleefully discovers one leaf among many
stuck across the driveway.
As if last rainfall placed them there on purpose
to see how long it would take them to dry.
The laughter of life unfolds every day
Every sunrise. Each sunset.
Even on the darkest of nights when the stars cannot be seen.
And the air is so thick you could drown in it.
When the brim of your cup overflows with gushes of goodness,
When your well is so dry you can taste the salt seeping from your skin,
or falling from your eyes....
Don't live your days as if each and every day does not matter.
Or isn't right.
Or meant to be good.
Enough with the voice that screams and kicks and hates.
It only takes a glimpse of sunlight to remind the rose or shimmer the sparkle in the eye.
Even in the rain.