I Like Life

Today one of my sunflowers bloomed. Yellow feathery shards said, 'Boop boop boop, Hi Philadelphia!'  

They were not morally outraged like the people on Facebook who were being negative about how negative people were being. LOL. 

I ate a delicious salad with vitality in it. It bossed around any cancer that might be lingering in creative craziness. 

My friend Seely said, "Give me your address; I'll send you some hemp oil." 

My friend Jax's daughter said she is fankful, in case you've been saying that word wrong. 

None of that is in the news. Just Lahaina gone. Life can kill you. 

If I go to the doctor and get 'bad' news, who wouldn't embrace that? 

Yes to life, and yes to death! 

I can't pick and choose. Well, I can, but I lose every argument with reality. It's reality.

Today, I like life. I don't have a problem with any of it.

I like how it comes to an end and how it renews itself.

I like how it likes anomalies, the boy born with female genitalia, and the crazy kinds of intelligence. 

I like the flamboyant flowers and the twisted ones.

I like that my brain still works after so many chemical insults, visited on it primarily by me. When I could not get drunk anymore, a sweetness inside a sadness was revealed. I like enjoying sadness.

I like the nature of discomfort, biting like a fierce dog when you run from it.

I like the survival-bent cavewoman inside me, afraid to die.

I like the petty sitting on a bench, coyly chatting with the magnanimous. All me!

I like that some dear friends raise me up. I like that I do the same for them.

I like the troubles with people as if we had a gig together to learn the hard stuff. 

I like the bumpiness of this path. I like that some people don't like it and decide they want out. 

I like life.

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