Every New Beginning...

Comes From Some Other Beginning's End.

This month I will turn twenty five years of age. Assuming the average life expectancy in the United States is still seventy five, that means I have already lived 1/3 of my life (if all goes well). Man, that is scary. Here are some of my concerns:

- Will I get to Heaven?
- Will I make amends with God?
- When do I need to start going to the doctor for "check ups"?
- Am I still healthy?
- Will I get a job soon?
- Will I pass the licensing exam?
- Will I be alone?
- Will I die alone?
- Will I get in shape again?
- How can I motivate myself to exercise?
- Will I become homeless?
- Will I become successful?
- Will I ever write a book?
- When I get older, do I go in the salon and ask for a "granny do"?
- Will I be wise with my money?
- Will I be happy with myself?
- Will saying goodbye to the ones I care about ever get any less heartbreaking?
- Will I ever see those people again?
- Will I ever go out of the country?
- Will I ever stop asking so many questions?

Will I ever stop being so concerned?

"The Gift of Flowers"

I've never been fond of flowers.
For, given as a gift, they are placed in a vase
And left to wither and wither away
Until they must be thrown away.
This seems so very cruel,
To give a gift that has such an ending.

But maybe it's not what it seems.
Maybe I choose what I see.

Lately I've come to appreciate flowers.
For, given as a gift, they are placed in a vase
And left to admire and teach us a lesson...
To value life, and its beauties, while we have it.
This seems so very wonderful,
To be given a gift that has such meaning.

Written by. Holly H.