Who Can Say

As Thanksgiving draws near, I cannot help but remember my daddy. He loved this time of year. He loved, in general. Of course, he got angry on occasion, he was human. It always seemed he had the capacity to forgive, let go and move on.

That is a trait that I struggle with every occasionally. However, I am doing so much better at it then I once did. It is not always easy but I find that the way I react to any given situation determines how I deal with the rest of the events in a day. Where I am at this point in my life, it is not reasonable to let the things that irritate me get in the way of the things that make me happy.

People are going to do what they are going to do, good or bad. I can try to persuade them to do things my way but who can say that my way is the right way for their needs?

The past while has been ever so peaceful without any conflict. I hope it continues but I do not assume it will. Life is not always what we want it to be. I think that is good. The things I once wanted so badly and did not get have been some of the best gifts I have ever received. The things I never knew to ask for have been the absolute best gifts I could have ever have wanted.

For these things, I am thankful.

PrecariousMe PrecariousMe
31-35, F
Nov 23, 2011