The Good

I am sitting on a subway car, which I catches twenty seconds before it left. I have a coffee in my hands a beautiful friend bought me because giving to me makes her happy. I have meds that I picked up from a pharmacy, that the pharmacist comped when she saw me choosing between money and medicine. 

I could whine about being held due to traffic ahead. I could grumble about my day at work. I could complain about needing $150 worth of meds each month, just to treat the symptoms of the larger cause.  

All these would be valid.  There is no correct perspective and both are equally true.   

Yet here I am with tears of joy.  

I am someone who has suffered. Everyone is; I am not alone in having edits that I would make to my life if I could.  But I will say, the juxtaposition between my published saga and these congenial codas leave me in awe of my luck.

The beauty that others share with me, the love they pass along... I am endlessly lucky.