Attitude

Nestled between the Rogue and Chetco rivers seasoned by the salt air, pampered into a solitary life, three months ago and beyond restless, uncomfortable, ill-fitting, this tiny community and me. When on the wind and in the water the restlessness dissipated. Nearer here to nature and content with myself, no fight here. We can make what we can from any situation, or we can refuse to get comfortable and instead wrestle with ourselves, until we quit in disgust, or lie down in despair, because we wanted something more than we can see, more than what we have now. But one step sideways and a little bit back, we would have found what we wanted right here. It is all in the attitude, and if being right, means more than being happy, you'll disappear and the person filled with disappointment and hate will welcome your body and stake claim, until you're willing to change your attitude.