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A Gift

It is such a wonderfully odd feeling to wake-up in the morning joyful, looking forward to the day, instead of morose, full of feelings of dread and misery and fear and anxiety and sorrow and sadness.

To smile for no reason.

To have energy, even when tired.

To not allow sullen sadness to be my dominating trait.

To choose living, over merely existing, or worse – waiting to die.

In an odd way, I feel like I went from 56 years old back to 36. As if somehow, I have been gifted back two decades.


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