Every individual day is different.
Some days, I feel invisible
Like the world seems to dismiss my being.
If I laid in bed and turned off my phone all day,
would anyone be concerned of my absence?
Would my dear old friends,
leave me a voicemail
expressing their care?
Would my neighbors across the street
notice that I didn’t walk outside to check the mail
or take out the garbage?
Would my professor notice the empty seat in class,
and instead of grading my absence,
they would fill up with unease?
Oh, these thoughts haunt my brain sometimes;
yes, but sometimes they don’t.
I am filled with a life of love and laughter,
and a life of opportunity and achievement.
My life has immeasurable blessings.
Though sometimes I don’t feel it,
I know it is there.
The love surrounds me,
the laughter reassures my sanity.
The opportunity and achievement
pulls me out of bed every morning
saying, “You can do this, keep on pushing.”
The blessings often take be my surprise,
and I remember to practice humility.
Whether or not I feel it,
it is there, I tell myself
it is there.
There is good and bad in life.
Exciting and rewarding days,
followed by defeating and exhausting days.
But each life is good,
each life is different,
each life has its mountains.
But we must live it
of every day.