This life I live
I should make it glorious!
Who else can do that but me?
Who else would be motivated to do it but me?
And think of this for a moment....
If we get in life what we expect to get
Why wouldn't I change my expectations
To be something I enjoyed
Instead of something I did not.
If I thought good thoughts
As easily as I think bad thoughts
How different my life might be.
My life could be glorious
But it has to be done by me
I should make my life glorious
Because I can, you know.
I do have that power.
I should not have forgotten that.
This life I live
I should make it glorious!
I WILL make it glorious!
About the Creator
Pam Reeder
Stifled wordsmith re-embracing my creativity. I like to write stories that tap into raw human emotions.
Author of "Bristow Spirits on Route 66", magazine articles, four books under a pen name, technical writing, stories for my grandkids.
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