How Much of What?

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How much is being physically and mentally healthy and feeling good about yourself worth to you? Do you measure your well-being and peace of mind in monetary values? If you do, so well for you as everyone must find their own path in this portal called life.

The path of life that I try to travel is to embrace. I have chosen to embrace minding my own business. I have determined to curtail negative thoughts about myself and about others as soon as they materialize and not allow them the fester and take root. 

For many years I felt that I would not live to be thirty years of age. I have done so, and what does it mean? Would it not have been better if I had never been born than to live for a moment, grow old and ugly, and then die?

Several times during my life, death has approached me and turned to the side. Is it possible that even death does not consider me as being worthy of it? I do not believe that worthiness is the reason why death has shunned me thus far, as death does not have the same cares and concerns as does the living.

How much is feeling good about your self-worth to you? Is it worth doing harm to other people, harming other life forms, or devastating the environment in which you live? 

 I took the wonderful by the hand and kissed it tenderly at which she warmly smiled at me. So, what is to be made of her response? Perchance a flourishing romance will be the byproduct of her reaction to my kiss.

The wind has blown, and the storm will come. Suddenly in a clear azure-sky particle matter will be consumed at the speed of thought, and that which exists will no longer be.

How much is your feeling of wholesomeness worth to you? The melancholy has dejected the downcast, and the wretched has a smile on his or her face. None of these temperaments are well suited for those of us who have decided to own positive personality traits. 

My thoughts and desires are of the marvelously brilliant, yet I cannot find her. I have looked over here, and I have looked over there, but she is still only make-believe to me. 

What does it take to help you to feel whole and complete? Is it this, or is it that?

The shadows of time have engulfed me. I am not young anymore. My thoughts are not for me, but of my younger ones that are coming behind me. What can, and should I do for them? I have wasted my life in my life. Is this what I should tell them? Will telling them this aid them in managing theirs? 

I will keep my mouth closed as I am the least of all to be giving anyone a suggestion. 

Paradise cannot find a more perfect place to exist than within the soft confines of her dark complexion. Within those other dimensions of here and beyond, I hold delicate to the touch, close and very tenderly. 

How much of what is not enough of much?