Critical Thinking

What I do in a day.  Well there is a lot of thought in it, but not critical thinking, I use to in a way-always think of the positive, almost glutinely so.  There is much Joy with a lot of Pain.  Though realizing in retrospect that everyone you meet is not going to be positive nor negative-nor is life all of both, including the grey areas, black, white, and all around and all over.  Everyone is though, special to some extent or the other.  No one is more or less successful then the next, good and bad qualities are every where.  For me though, it has always been about value.  Not in an obstacle way, but in a morally kind, thoughtful, trusting at the very least.  Personally I am whimsical, and have my own obstacles. like many.  I do not like to go back in the past, unless as you know it is a song I love and adore.  I look at my New born baby, with great intellect already-he blows me away and as I am still in awwe, I know I will be forever this way.  A surprise so delightful, when not use to any surprise is a blessing that I hold true, as we will always remain the same because it is LOVE.  I see my eyes and his, my lips and his, my thoughts an his ways, a kick stone right in my heart of a million peaces.

He talks to us at night and says the most brilliant things, his first word were Oh GOD.  I love that about him.  A sensitive my nature, with an airy disposition, loving life, learning about life, re living life all at the same time is a magic I never saw coming.  In our home, we had peace at a time it was.  It is once again, and I love that about him.  I see a lot in him, a creation like no other-as it is with everyone's family of growth and abundance.  He has a sparkle in his eyes, like nothing I have ever seen, in my life.  He still carries that spark, so innocent.  even so remarkable, staring right back at us with a glare, gleam, and a smile like I have never seen.  To see us is such a shock and shocking also surprising.  I know with out a doubt he means something to me and the man above.  A treasure, so much like a lost and found, that we always wanted. 

To ever become lost again is a disgust that never will be, because we are found a family of three, with a home to be very lucky to lay our heads at night and live in peace, either vitally or so lazily, cluttered or messy.  All of our Joy is what we have here in our hands.  Behind closed doors "WE" are the 99%.

I am glad the voices in my head were gone 15 years ago, the scares and torments I use to have are gone, and have been for some time.  People have stages, people grow up, sometimes triumphetlely, sometimes wiltedly, when you only care about the 99% and not worry about the next minute or next and have done so for some time...miracles do happen and gladly so.