Saturday, February 2, 2013

Good Mourning

I'm laying in bed with two girls right now. Every guys dream. But this one is a little different in that our five year old daughter is sandwiched between the wife and I.

As I lay here content with where life has brought me, I can't help but think of all the blessings in my life. A beautiful wife, a phenomenal son, a pesky little daughter and an English Bulldog that sleeps by the side of the bed. I'm wanted at work, productive and enjoy what I do. I have been recognized and won more awards than humanly possible. I have my health, my wits and my humor.

I overhear my wife talking to my parents on the phone and to hear her speak of our life and accomplishments made me sound like superman. I was flattered to say the least.

I could go on forever about the fantastic in my life, every moment like listening to your favorite song. Like a sound track is playing in the background while I'm living my life.

Things couldn't be better.

But my heart is heavy as I feel tragedy looming. I can feel the universe collapsing in on itself and taking away a life; a flame flickers as it is about to be extinguished.

I'm not ruining my good fortune and blessings by being negative, I'm just enjoying the ride yet bracing for impact. I know sudden stoppage is ahead.

If tragedy gives birth to triumph then it would only be natural that triumph is the precursor to tragedy. We must be alone before we find love yet we must love before we can lose it all and become alone.

It may seem deeply depressive I am looking over my shoulder but the universe must have balance and my life is tipping the scales of gross blessings that a huge weight is needed to counter balance it all. I am not in fear, just preparing.

So the sunrises outside my window. I can see a pale faced sky kissing the mountain tops, her lips are clouds of red and orange. Another day breaks and I'm prepared to make it the best day ever. Life is so damn good right now.

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