Life worth living

It's amazing to see people complain about how their life ought to be, so caught in creating a perfect reality. Too busy trying to fill empty purses, people are mistaking blessings for curses. Well let me give you a little glimpse into me: I've been blessed with a broken body, mind, and even a broken family. Now I know these words are shocking to hear, but they are words I hold dear. It's the brokenness of life that makes us whole, refined through fire I've strengthened my soul. Through trials and tribulations, despite stumbling over temptations, I've begun the retaliation. The push back against the norm and breaking out against the traditional form. I do this because I refuse to sit back and accept that the tragedies of life are all that is left. Why do we resign ourselves to such solitude when all it takes is a bit off graceful fortitude? It won't solve itself with strength or force, but with a calm attitude and ability to stay the course. Things get rough but that's life, filled with times I strife. But here's the secret, it's also full of love, love from others here and above. It's a simple statement that isn't made enough because we are so caught with collecting better stuff, friends, money, toys, chasing after girls and boys. I've done this all too, I've said it before, but I know there is much more to live for. Life is so vast and grand, the idea that people miss out on it because of a few bad spots is something I can't understand. It all gets to feel a bit much and the weight is crippling, but that's the thing. It seems cruel and unfair and sometimes it feels like no one really cares. So we go on trying to fill that whole with stuff, instead of stepping aside and letting in Gods love. I don't mean to be preachy but it's something that life has shown me. It's nice to know that no matter how I feel I'm never alone and He can make anyplace feel like home.