Sink or Swim

I've noticed lately that it seems the same people get off easy all the time. The same people are always fighting the hardest battles, always swimming upstream, against the current. It's as though we are designated life jackets at birth, and a choice few are thrown into the cold water bareback. I always thought this was unfair to those of us who get the short end of the straw....now I'm realizing it's not us who are going to have to fight for anything in the end. We hit these riffs, some very powerful, like tidal waves crashing down on our heads. While it's painful when you're constantly thrown into the ground....it's only for a time. And in the long run we will look back and see the weak versus the strong. And we will be able to see who carried what burdens, how heavy, how long. We have the honor of swimming in whatever direction at whatever speed. Those who are floating can only drift where the water takes them. We swim....because someone looked at us and said, "That one. That one will be stronger than the rest." Sink or swim.

Mahalo

A great mentor of mine always told me it was good to recognize the things we are grateful for, that it puts our lives in perspective and helps us stay sane. I always thought that was silly. Gratitude just seemed so elementary to me, so Sunday school-esk. The fact is, sometimes, is order to realize where we stand we have to realize how we got there. Expressing gratitude is simply something we do everyday subconsciously. However, when we start to take note of the things happening in our day to day lives....the way we think, the way we act, the things we do....who we are becomes very obvious based on how grateful we are, what we take pride in, what we allow ourselves to put time and effort into, and what or who we respect and take interest in. Mahalo means; thanks, gratitude, admiration, praise, esteem, regards, and respects. This blog is going to be my mahalo, my regards and recognition of gratitude.