Failure to Celebrate

I was convinced it was the right thing to do, I am so blessed and  pleased with my failure.

Glancing over my shoulder as that time grows further in the distance I begin to count the interesting people I have met, a sight of horror or beauty that might have gone unnoticed, a laugh or smile my silliness initiated, a missed opportunity to help a friend or member of my family,  a hug or kiss from my daughter or son, delicious meals cooked for me by a friend, a "good night" or "I love you" I might never have heard.  

Yes, for every time there is a season, a treason for a reason. 

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Mar 3, 2009