Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Right? Isn't that how the saying goes? Is this something that is said in an encouraging way? What if you're not happy with what the rest of your life looks like at the present moment? What if you have no idea where it is going? I try to smile in the morning when I wake up but at times it is so hard. In what seems to be a never ending hunt for a decent job and a never ending search for rent money for the following month. Oh but yes, I do smile when I have the cash in hand, or another job interview for yet another day in this life of mine.
Life of ours. How did it become that you need to work your a** off to live, to eat, to have shelter, to be excepted by society? I know how it came to be but the question I really want to ask is WHY? Not to say I agree with those smelly hippie types who refuse to work but have no quarrels about sitting on a street corner asking you for your money that you have worked so hard for. I just sit and wonder how we made it to here? Everyday, if I feel over run by the demands of this society I remind myself of the best advice my mother ever gave me, "Just breathe". With that advice firmly underhand I can smile as I think to myself, "This is the first day of the rest of my life."
