2021/9/5 #poetry Why am I to expect such miracles? That everyday should be so fabulous that I could hardly express my satisfaction with it. How and where would such notions have arisen in my mind? What is the way to it if that life could really be? Is it through work? So many people think so. Most are hardly what I'd call happy. It must be through connection. These people that stick around and the ones that only pass by with a simple need that you are able to obviate. The ones that do so much for you as well. Those are the ones that let you see what it is like to receive it. To know what gratitude your actions can generate, intentionally and by happenstance. When the focus of your life is here, on bringing that out, then you feel it too. Then you see the world as filled with goodness.