Today I am sick again. Emphasis on the again. And while trawling through my previous blogs, I found this. And I wanted to republish it. Because when you can’t breathe so well, life is that moment when you stand up and take a step instead of collapsing into a puddle of tears.
They say life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.
To me that translates as….
Life is that moment in the morning when you decide to be happy instead of sad. Even when sad is easier.
Life is that moment when you smile at a stranger instead of frowning. Even when they do something to annoy you.
Life is that moment when you stand up and take a step instead of collapsing into a puddle of tears. Even when the entire world is on your shoulders and it is hard, so very hard, to walk.
Life is this moment. This moment of being, of existing, of making small choices.
To smile. To be happy. To be free. To be strong. To face yourself. To face others. To step out of your comfort zone. To choose health. To choose exercise. To choose acceptance of self. To be.
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