Life

Always seen as difficult, as troublesome, as too long or too short, Life never is just what We live. How can the only thing that will ever be beautiful and promising be destructive and dismal? How often do we actually pause to look at life, to look at the simple fact that we can pause and be alive to see what life is? I would love to see a world that we start to realize the beautiful that is life and not the burden that it is. It is a truly wonderful gift to be reading these words, not for how they are worded or what they are trying to say but for the fact YOU are alive to be reading them. How much I wish we could focus on life, not how to live it...