More and more. I accept what happens. In the entire world.
Even the worst of tragedies. Without remorse. Without lamenting. Is it that I
have learned acceptance? Maybe so. Recognizing that I can do nothing about it.
Bad stuff happens. And I can’t change the outcome. So I get on with life.
Without being particularly bothered. I shift my focus. On what I can control.
Sometimes, not very much. Maybe my attitude. To not worry. And to be happy. My
theme song. Can’t sing. But I can hum. –Jim Broede
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