The sun rises every dawn, even if it’s obscured by clouds, even if it’s cold outside and you can’t feel its warmth, and even if the sky is darkened by an incoming storm.  I know the sun is up there somewhere. 

I feel lost in someway.  It may have something to do with my surroundings and my tendency to compare what was before to what is now.  Some of the elemements of my life don’t seem to be measuring up.   At times I feel sad and lonely or abandoned.  

But on a new day, I feel the force that has power to bring me hope and happiness is out there waiting for the dawn.

I keep reminding myself that this is  part of my life and the path is mysterious. 

On a good day I have a glass of wine and all is well again. On a bad day I blame it on the absence of foresight.

-Maybe not all days are beautiful, but there’s something good in every day.

-Every day is born with hope that today is better than yesterday.

My question is:

Is life more that just staying alive?

In vino veritas- 

That is my answer!