The poem below was brought to my attention by Holly and I would like to share it with all of you.
The Sculptor
I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. I have responsibilities to fulfil today. I am important. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy, or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for me.
Today I can feel sad that I don’t have more money, or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.
Today I can grumble about my health, or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I lament over all that my parents didn’t give me when I was growing up, or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns, or I can celebrate that the thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friends, or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.
Today I can complain because I have to go to school, or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new bits of knowledge.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework, or I can feel honoured because I have shelter.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shared. And here I am the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.
What today will be like its up to me….I get to choose what kind of day I will have.
What kind of day are you going to have?
Sending love and Blessings xx
That is so beautiful. Sometimes we forget the most important things and dwell upon negative thoughts when we have so much to be grateful for .
Asha x
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