Laughing.

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Someone is saying... something.  Oh, I get it.  Misery, and the friend of that.

Yes, I... see your point.  If, too, I think you fail to see my point?

There are some who know true misery.  It isn't an experience, it might be, at times, the whole of their lives.  And, yet, they go on.  That they can survive, make ends, find joys, and live... even surrounded by deaths of a thousand names, poisons, and even self-destructive vices beyond those?

Understand.  I have lost life, to woman and child, health, even the ability to work.  Heck, I can't even keep a regular day schedule for more than a few months, weeks, days at times.  Working isn't possible, with that trouble alone.

Though, those things aren't the point.  Sure, sometimes I yelp.  The pain from a wound, or a loss, corners me for a bit.  And, yet, you complain about the suffering you go through from my yelp?  While, most of the time, I live with my wounds, and losses, and else quite... happily.  Mostly.

These things have made me strong, in strange ways.  Have taught me the heights of joy, for I have known the opposites.  If you can't take the ride, don't request a ticket, get in line, or step up when it is your turn.  You... choose... to see.  I share what I have, at any given moment.  And, yes, sure, sometimes that is pure pain.  And, sometimes, for days or weeks in a row.

Choose, wisely.  If the ride is for bigger boys and girls than you are?  Then don't go in, don't look, don't see.  I'm not writing for you, anyway.

I watch as people liver in misery, and continue on.  I wonder though.  As I live right next door to heaven.  I see people living in clean houses, with kept lawns, children, dogs, horses.  Who eat regularly.  Have family both for good and ill.  And... all I have is memories.  Which is worse?  Because so close but impossibly far, or just not ever even knowing about such things?  I can't tell you.

However, I will say, I do enjoy life.  Even my sorrows.  I don't mind.  And I have learned to enjoy this miracle middle place.  Hoping to barter up, if I know I can't afford it?  It isn't a price any can afford.  All I can do is follow, as I may, and humbly request entry.  And... I'm good with that.

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Just another vid I saw, I thought I might share.  Just a little cut of the world, from another time.  Most likely starting in misery and end back there.  But, for a time, a hope?  Hope, after all, is the greatest gift for the most hopeless of people?  Amen.

And... just a song, to toss in some music.  If you know the show, you understand the notion of hope, again.  So be it.

Don't worry about misery.  It, as with pain, suffering, strife, and else, in the right light, taken with humility, even in doses large enough to kill?  Is... a grace.

Be well.  And may you bleed with patience and kindness.  Amen.