Thought balloons

It's been a long time since I've last posted, I know. Life has been a little crazy. I went home to the Philippines but only got as far as Manila because there was a war in my beloved Zamboanga. The only thing that keeps me sane about that little fact is that I am going back in November and then I can finally, finally be with my three little bears. There has been a lot of tears and maybe even a little blood shed these past few weeks so forgive me if at times it might seep through my words here. Life has been, at best, quite painful.

But as the old cliche goes, like many others, life goes on. And it really does.   

Pots of gold at the end of every glittery pink, purple rainbows. Sugarplum fairies whispering happy things into your ear while you sleep. Chocolate covered strawberries in the morning. Sand between your toes and sunlight dancing, piercing your eyes.

The little things that make us happy will always be there. I know, that most of us forget that sometimes. We think we are looking at the bigger picture when in fact, we've zoomed in on our faults, our discontent, our frailty as mere flesh and bone and we panic (I know I do) and forget to live. And I mean really live.

Why have we forgotten? Why have I forgotten?