Smile

My body is covered in scars. Some visible and some are not. Some of them are from battle and some are from poor decisions, wrong timing or bad luck. Never-the-less they’ve all become a road map of where I’ve been and a more than significant reminder, that I did in fact participate in my own life.

I’ve gone to battle against disease. I’ve stood up for the right things as well as some… not so right. I’ve stood up and gone to battle for those who couldn’t stand on their own. I’ve gone to battle because it wasn’t in my mechanical makeup, to watch.

I’ve witnessed no less than 300 sunrises and no less than 300 sunsets every year, for the last 5 years running, as I don’t want to miss one spectacular color in either.

I’ve become sappy with hugs, as I never want to have that feeling of wishing I had, ever again.

I tell my parents I love them after EVERY, conversation I have with them.

I am a worn, weathered, beautiful, comfortable and familiar road map. When I look in the mirror, I smile because I know I will never be lost again.