i've been reading "man's search for meaning" by the one and only beloved viktor e frankl, these last couple days.
he says (speaking of selfless men who shared their last piece of bread with the others)
"[they] offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of human freedoms--to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way."
i've always loved reading about the holocaust and the suffering of the jews. it shows us what little things we need to be grateful. and how truly blessed we are.
there's a lot of bad things in this world, but i would almost bet there's twice as many good things.
and this brings me to why i like working with old folks.
they take joy in simple things,
are so gracious and courteous,
optomistic through frailties,
comfortable with their skin,
content with their personal belongings,
wise with years,
and modest with all they say and do.
sometimes i yearn for the time when i will be that age.
i really cant wait.
today i have been noticing all the beautiful things in life-
some of which include:
a.wrinkles with age
c.turquoise and salmon red together
d.the many colors of human skin
e.words on a printed page of an old book
f.two grandma's hugging
i.brown glitter toes
j.lush green gardens
k. an old woman trying to write "western family, parmesan cheese" like 'wstn fmly Panm chess'
and a few of these too:
life is truly beautiful!