Age? Health? Good fortune? Whatever the reason, I’ve come to see life this way: there’s no greater wealth than this moment, this breath, and this body. In that light, there can be only one goal, one challenge, one mission worth pursuing: to make what remains of it an act of giving, while wishing absolutely nothing for myself. Call it impossible. Call it a prayer. And though I may forget, or stumble, or fall short, I can think of no better way to express my gratitude. It’s as simple as peeling the next onion, folding the laundry, or watering the plants — perhaps even as simple as writing this.
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Categories: Sweet Sleep and Bare Feet
Tags: Aging, Breath, Giving, Good Fortune, Gratitude, Health, Life, Prayer, Simplicity, Wealth, Writing
William Michaelian 
Quite wonderful, humble, and generous of spirit
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A good description of life itself. And being part of life, of this grand movement, I suppose it’s only when we fall out of tune that those words don’t describe us as well. Thanks, Flick.
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I’d like possess your wisdom. Read your poetry seems a good beginning.
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I’m moved by your kind words. But you already have your own wisdom, and that’s what the world really needs.
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Words of wisdom right here! Thank you for sharing this 🙂
I have a blog here as well (https://thoughtsofahuman.home.blog/) where I write articles on our own philosophies, mental well-being, emotions and life in general. I also delve occasionally in thought-provoking short stories which make us think. Do have a look if you can!
Stay safe and keep writing!
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Thank you! I’ll follow along. Good luck, and many thanks for visiting.
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