There isn't much about our lives we control.
The simplest things, while we might think we have a handle on them, are really just a hands width away from being beyond our grasp.

Our diets depends on our ability to access food, and the monetary needs that allow us to eat what we choose.
Having that food allows us to be active enough to carry out the goals of the day, even allows us to have the energy to get out of bed in the morning.
Getting up stimulates our journeys in life, like getting a job, maybe marrying, and having kids. And yet each of these things in themselves are far beyond our spectrum of control.

And through it all, in this here-to-there world of change and precarious whims, we still wake up in the morning. Still get dressed(or not ;]). Still walk, and talk, and breath, and grow..

In the end, who is to say that any one of us is not strong. For the very life we lead, no matter our life, requires a strength that is immense. Powerful. And, should we choose to wake up in the morning.. Unwavering.

Not any one man can say he controls his life. But every man can say he had the strength to live it..

Happy Days














"...Tonight is the night all the dragons,
Awake in their lairs underground
And sing in cacophonous chrous
And fill the whole world with their sound
They sing of the days or their glory
They sing of their exploits of old
Of maidens and knights and of fiery fights
And guarding vast caches of gold

Some of their voices are treble
And some of their voices are deep
But all of their voices are thunderous
And no one can get any sleep
I lie in my bed and I listen
Enchanted and filled with delight
For sounds I can hear only one night a year
The dragons are singing tonight.."

-From Eric Carle's Dragons, Dragons and Other Creatures That Never Were

What inspired me to read and write in the first place..