Perfect of Days

FD Thornton

 

With trembling hands and a flare for the dramatic, I take my meds. Looking out the window at the clouds that had descended to the treetops. I wait for the morning sun to erase the dew and give me my promised sunny sky. Sounds pretty dramatic, don’t it? Kinda lovely in the way the words form a picture you can almost see in your mind. As an observer of life I guess that’s what I’m suppose to do. Dream up words that paint descriptions in the imagination that only words can do.

But today in a world of expanding visual media, we’ve all gotten a little lazy, with our words and our descriptions of the things we see. Settling instead for half-truths we take as Gospel. Never seeing how the other half lives. It’s sad in a way to see lazy writing, where arguments become insults and ignorance is praised instead of frowned upon. There’s much to be said for simple country living, but when you exchange simplicity for ignorance and spite. Well that’s another matter altogether.

I traded a complicated life for one of simplicity and grace. Where I greet the morning with gratitude despite how shaky my hands may feel. I do my damnest to exchange my bitterness for empathy. My indifference with concern and my stubbornness for kindness. While I still allow cold words to roll off my tongue, that all comes from decades of conditioning and indoctrination. Something that the consciousness of my training have yet to erase.

But who said you had to be perfect? Other than a few that wear their grace like selfish robes. So while the promise of a sunny day seems dimmer. I try not to carry that bitterness in my heart. For I know nature has its own timing that either man or machine can predict. So greet each day with a deep breath and the gratitude that you would give the most perfect of days.     

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