A depth to who we are, so uncharted

If taking the risk to make a day special could touch someone to the point of sheer ecstasy, and inspire them to go out and affect another, wouldn't life be more fulfilling and exciting. Most of us are always waiting for the right time or the right moment to make our days special.

Do you have any unforgettable days? Days that leave a lasting impression on you. When you are in your room, sitting at your desk and you think of those days, you unwittingly smile and there is a distant look in your eyes and in those eyes, you see tenderness.

I personally love these special days. Do you?

I've recently been thinking about someone, essentially being able to feel great about himself when everything is going his way. He has a full bank account, people around him are treating him well, his career is soaring and his kids are happy. Besides being happy in this sense, will he feel like, he has a more difficult task? The more difficult task is to accept himself even in the presence of his flaws. Can he imagine having the ability to feel good about himself even when he's feeling unworthy, insecured or scared about just, some other matters. How about someone who has everything going his way but he accepts himself when he fails to meet his deadlines or show up for his kid's soccer practice.

What I'm saying is that when we love and respect who we are, we naturally feel worthy enough to have it all. We are able to acknowledge that we are both perfect and imperfect and we accept that we will at times be moody, fail in our tasks and make mistakes.

Something else came to my mind while I was at work today.

A woman in love is drunk with something. In my opinion, it's like a powerful chemical syrup that permeates her cells. The power she harnesses can heal the world. A woman in love can do the impossible. If a woman is not in love, she lacks energy and she can lack the will to live.

Now, what do I mean by a woman being in love? It could be with herself, with a man, a child or even with her job. It's up to your imagination.

There are times when we feel imprisoned and we want to spring free. We cry, we laugh. We love and want those deep belly laughs. We hold memory close to our hearts and live for the day when we will laugh that way again. Youth is not a great prize and age a sad afterthought. If anything, youth well, is the bud and age...is perhaps, when we blossom.