I'm just grateful

can't I be that?

Why do people find it so hard to believe

That I matter what

No matter

I can find something to be grateful for

I am still here

I am still alive

I still get to play

*******

When you can see past all the lies

All the idiocy

All the misconceptions

Preceptions

Masks and parades

The farce

Is the beauty

Of life

Of living

At its core

Beneath the falsities

Lies the truth of living

The joy

Of being alive

Of perceiving

Of being perceived

Of living

Of breathing

And sensing

Of ourselves

Of each other

The glory

Of just this thing

We call life

No messiah

I make no claims

I am not the judge

I am not the hand of fate

I am no messiah

I do not even profess to be akin to anyone's savior

Nor do I want to be

I simply would like to be

An example of the truth

My truth

I am not professing to know the ultimate truth

The why

But I'm at a point now where I don't see the question as all that relevant anymore

I know what I know

I will know more when I am meant to

If I am meant to

Until then

If then even comes

I will revel in this

Whatever this is

At this exact present moment

As best I can

And be at peace with that

That is my example

Do no harm

Love all with all your heart

And be at peace with whatever comes at you

Being this

Honoring this

That is my trial

That is the gift I give

(That is the gift we are all given)

That is all I have

All I strive to be

Being human

And deeply fallible

I miss the mark

So very often

And get up

And go forth again

And again

And again

Thankful

For every breath that allows me to chose

To live

To be

Me