Around the sun.

I'm walking.
I'm dancing.
I'm playing.
Im singing.
I'm laughing.

Into my 41st year. This week I break into another, through the Grace of God. The past year, and all that is this, I dare not even say lightly. That there was pain and suffering at every corner and around the bend. I do say there was joy, yet, and still 2019 tried to kill me!

But 2020 woke me up to the brutal reality, that we owe our entire existence to the one True Source.

And if your internal compass is not dialled to the one True North, you will stray and you will exit The Matrix. If you choose the wrong pill.

But I found my faith, in which I now remain resolute. I cast no judgement, to the ills, to the hardships that are now coming to pass, and for the emotional torture, I bear no grudge. As it all becomes history.

But we have one life, as far as we know, even when we speculate that there is another that comes after we die, and if that is not the truth, then we should hope to become a benevolent ancestor for those that continue to live, and those that come after those other ones, into the future.

So I now take each day. I seize it. I grab it by the scruff of its neck, and I ask for it to bleed with me, just as I venture into the unknown that it holds, and that it represents. And I pray, that when I die, when I do, because we all will. That I become a friendly ancestor, or guardian angel, for those that remain, and for those that come after me, into the future.

By His Grace, I welcome, yet another rotation.

Around the sun.