Life to me is like a bag of cheesy poofs...
ya have a good day and then all of a sudden..Boom! you want more
you cant have just one cheesy poof, they are soo good,
but finite is the bag(add dramatic squirrel stare here)
so whats a person to do?
savor them, slow down and fully enjoy each and every one
the good days are a finite quantity
the great days are a finite quality
and yes, your still alive...
you are still capable of little victories
of ..less than painful days
of hey, i can walk a block at sunset days!
i got out of bed without screaming in agony days
like a cheesy poof, the evidence is always left behind on your fingers, your lips and your butt
were not talking chee toes here
were talking weapons grade puffs here
your fingers, cause you always get on the web and trumpet the small victoriies on FB , or here!
your lips coz they are smiling..finally
and your butt
coz now you can get off it and actually walk a little normal tday!
take hold spiney of your bag of poofs then, and savor them
everyday, will be like a holiday!
at least until your pain decides you had enough fun and shuts down the day
take hold of the moments of good in your day , week, month or year, and savor them