Something beautiful

There's something Beautiful 

About life

It seems to be like a great ocean filled with sparkling drops 

Each drop representing a memory 

A Moment 

And we are filled with the knowing that 

There is something to be 

Learned in each precious Moment 

Moments that happen 

Moments that we make happen

That leave behind poignant memories 

Yes memories come and 

Memories go 

But at every moment we have in our hands 

Power to make that Moment special 

How special one might ask? 

Special is after all subjective 

It really doesn't matter 

We only understand the 'specialness' of a moment after it's gone 

True 'specialness' is meant to be lived in the moment 

Because once it's gone it's gone 

Never to return 

And no amount of intelligence or physical strength can bring it back 

But for every moment that may seem 

To have gone wrong 

We are granted by the Great Giver 

Another potent moment 

To either make right or make Better 

Joyful moments filled with to the brim 

With Happiness 

With Hope 

With Laughter 

With Togetherness 

Most of all though, filled 

With Love 

Because Love is 

Something Beautiful 

Who am I?

It's the age- old question; who am I? Who are we really? When we look in the mirror we just see one person staring back at us. Most of the time we like that person, I dare say even love that person. It's us after all. Give or take a few imperfections, we do love ourselves. No matter what we may have done or not done. Of course if you don't love yourself then now would be a good time to start. You have everything to gain- not the least of which is confidence and a greater sense of self- esteem. 

So back to the question of who am I? Side-stepping the obvious, I believe we are a culmination of each and every experience we have been through thus far. Right from our childhood all the way to this present moment. The moment at which you're reading this hopefully intelligible prose of mine! If I had to delve into my background I could come up with a myriad of experiences that have led me to where I am now. For better or for worse. And our experiences are only as relevant, as real as our memories. It stands to reason that we define who we are by what we remember- which then logically leads to the thought that we are our memories. We are what we choose to remember. And this can be a truly empowering thought. 

We can choose to pick out memories that highlight our best side. We can choose to think differently about each memory- no matter how unpleasant it might have been. After all reality exists in our minds. A memory is truly just that- an imagining of something that happened in the past. If we can remember something so clearly in the past - then we can also re-create each memory in the present so that it enhances our present moment- thereby creating a much happier future. Instead of letting previous unhappy memories weigh us down, why not instead use that memory as a deterrent from ever having that experience re-occur? 

It's a choice, something that we do every day. It's a lifestyle too- a new way of using every experience to propel us forward rather than dragging us back. After all we are what we think. And therefore do. 

Esther @ www.soakupinfo.com/Esther