Prognosis

I suppose this is a war cry of sorts: we are who we are, and it's not up to us to prove someone else's variant, mistaken perception of us - ever. 

When in every moment we are engaged in the truth of our own souls, it is enough; and so, to disregard the naysayers and climb ever onward! The only groups worthy of any notice, whatsoever, are those who are vested in uplifting (rather than sidelining) in the often socially acceptable mire of stasis, complaints, accusations, and mire.

I SAY: Put on your running shoes, and drink in PURE OXYGEN.

GRINS. I DO. Oh, it's Glorious. Own your truth.

Living Joy - This Carman Girl