Celebrate Like it Is

Sometimes there are days when

you are suddenly content.

It just springs itself on you somehow,

like a really pleasant leech.

It sort of sticks to you,

and a dumb little grin clings to

your face.

I love that stupid-happy feeling.

That feeling where, despite the stressful days

and restless nights, you're just inexplicably

alright.

It's superb.

Days when the skies are beautiful,

the people are swell,

splendid things like that.

When you can fall asleep,

looking out your open window

and think quietly,

"I am alright, we're all alright,

and life is going just fine."

Because I think everyone will be alright.

Something in humans is so utterly resilient,

we can bounce back from anything.

The bad, the worst, the unbearable.

We'll recover.

It's going to be just fine.

As long as we've got someone to confide in,

and the wind at our backs,

I am sure we can each blaze our own trail

and create ourselves to be

whatever we please.

Despite all circumstances,

despite the suffering around us,

we grow and overcome

all that once made itself a cage around

our souls.

Like hot air balloons, somehow.

We'll rise

in spectacular colors.

Humans can overcome even our

own flaws.

We've got a way of righting things.

It's lovely.

And weirdly,

I am alright in admitting

that I want to do something

that will make me poor,

and will probably loose me some respect.

Following our hearts is what gets us everywhere in life.

We've got to listen to our desires

and fulfill them to be complete people,

fulfilled and happy.

I do not ever want to just go through the motions.

I want to do everything in my power

to become what I've envisioned for myself.

We all ought to live for something,

it makes waking up each day easier,

and it makes our night-dreams sweeter.

Living for something,

something that makes us happy,

is what life is about, I believe.

And on days like these,

I am so certainly sure

that I love you.

There is no doubt

lurking in my soul

and bones, to discourage

this feeling.

I am wholly ok with

being in love with you.

And it means more than just

wanting you for myself,

I want you to be happy.

No matter what the circumstances.

And I think that's a big part of

loving somebody,

caring about their state of being,

and their happiness.

It's days like these where

I can simply glance at you,

and feel so much better.

It's weird.

But it's ok.

It's you.

Heart, and soul, and brain.

Hands, and wrists, and arms.

Eyes, smile, and your peculiar laugh.

I simply had to fall so hard for you.

But I like that, some days.

And I simply adore you,

and I wish that some day

we can spend our days contentedly together.

Oh, wouldn't it be nice?

I love you.

And I am ever so fond of days

like these.