To look at life as a glass half full.
I forget to do this every day. I always see the failures I’ve had and the hardships I’ve endured. Yet I never seem to see the positive things I bring into the world. The smiles on my patients faces when I show them a little extra compassion or the co-worker I don’t know but gave a inspirational talk to when they were feeling like a failure. How I’ve made peoples day just by the simple kindness I’ve shared. A smile here a complement there.
Ask for help when in need.
I always try to offer help yet never ask for it in return. I don’t want to be a burden on anyone and yet I am to myself in this way. I can’t ask for help but know I may need it. Always wanting to be able to stand on my own two feet.
Self control is a must.
Knowing I feel a deep anger for someone yet I am able to hold it in and turn away. Not to Commit that heinous act of violence begging to be released by that demon inside. Instead I smile and I walk away much to my dismay. Does causing pain make up for the pain caused? What if it is returned as if in revenge? Would I still hold it so deep. These questions I may never truly answer because I do value my self control.
Everyone’s path is different.
This is a hard one when I start my introspection. I feel I’m always to slow. I’ve missed opportunities I should have taken. Yet sometimes the speed isn’t the goal but the trip we take. I am walking down a broken path leading somewhere. Coming from where I’ve been, I hope it has a warmth like the sun on my back. Or the wonderful vibrations you feel after a long motorcycle ride. The end is not my goal but the path itself. The sights and smells and tastes. I know I have my share of scars but I hope they don’t rub me to wrong on this path of mine.
