Joie de vivre

The day was already shot. At least that's what I like to call it when it falls apart before it even begins. Some days I seem to navigate fairly well, with just a bump or two in the road. After a lifetime of nothing panning out the way I thought it would, a bump or two are barely even noticeable. That in itself always throws me off too. Who says how life is supposed to be? Am I not the director of it? At least of my own life? Of course I'm in charge of making my choices, but am I really in control of the selections that come up every single day? Anyways, as the short morning began to just about completely unravel, I felt myself become annoyed. Someone told me that I become annoyed at everything. That's not true. I only become annoyed at things that I don't want to deal with. Like people and how they seem to not fit in with what I had in mind. I lamented to my friend of a lifetime "nothing ever goes according to plan". He looked at me and deadpanned "nope, the world just keeps spinning." I laughed at that. "Yes, indeed" I thought to myself, "the world has its own story to unravel. I can either get completely caught up in it or I can simply watch the beauty it offers unfold in front of my eyes without being in control." It does seem to me, the more I play along instead of fighting it, the more joyous life becomes. ~•~ a beautiful milieu Image Muhammed Muheisen https://www.instagram.com/mmuheisen/