of sanity is a truly difficult place to be.
Reality is real. That’s factual.
Yet fantasy can justifiably be just as indisputable.
That sound ridiculous, but in my world, it is how it goes.
I spend as much time daydreaming as I do actually living the life in front of me.
I think about all sorts of things, rearranging them from time to time so that I have no doubts or regrets.
That, in itself, is lame.
Time can’t be altered.
There are no “do-overs” in life.
It is what it appears to be.
I would, if I could, change some things, but wouldn’t go back and do it all again for all the blue in an October sky.
I have to find a place of contentment in my chaotic world, otherwise, I couldn’t survive.
If I dwell on what didn’t go my way, there’s a better than average chance I will lose focus on my blessings.
And they are many.
While it is true that I took some blessings for granted and, in doing so, lost them …
I’ve only myself to blame.
Each day is an opportunity for me to rectify that which was irresponsibly lost.
What I do with that opportunity is solely on me.
I wish many things, but at the end of the day, I am where I am because of the choices I’ve made.
But then, aren’t we all?