I've always thought adversity and heartache, burdens and misfortunes; mingled with gladness and comfort, good fortune and self-indulgence were the abstracts in life that made it all so darn super interesting…even though at times our destiny, as it unfolds, makes us want to run for our lives to the nearest exit.
Friendships, pseudo-friendships, trust, misplaced trust, believing, questioning, speculations that are sometimes obvious, other times invisible, coupled with logic, instincts, and luck…all that pretty much determines our successes and our failures, determines whether we are losers or winners…labels we sometimes attach to ourselves, but mostly to others.
Am I a success? I’d like to think so, but it all depends on how one chooses to look at the individual and the whole. I've had tremendous successes and I've had miserable failures. It’s all by-products of a life lived to the max. We can be fatalistic or we can be optimistic at how we view our lives unabridged. Chose positive! The other choice just leads down the wrong road to the wrong destination in a bad way.
A beautiful day as I look out my window, a day for tinkering in the gardens and relaxing on the swing with fond memories drifting through my thoughts.