The Picnic of Living

Life was never meant to be a fairytale But rather a copulation of incidents That improves our knowledge base By creating experiences to learn from Life is more like a picnic Good food, entertaining company A soft blanket, sunshine and a cool breeze Making a perfectly planned day to enjoy But with each picnic a few blips must enter No equation is precise when there are variables Insects invade; ants swarm as well as bees Flies in the fruit and sticks and stones beneath the rug Then there is the picnic when nothing goes right You brought the food but not the drinks A storm brews over the lake blowing a cold breeze Bringing with it a drenching downpour in its wake Life is only what you make of each experience Laugh in the face of adversity but cry when you must Regroup when plans change or life takes a sudden dive Plan for tomorrow but don’t forget today Play in the rain when life sends you a storm Study the flowers that entice the bees to roam Clean away the sticks and stones that block your daily paths Drink the wine of life that brings passions to your soul Give freely of yourself but take time relax Work hard to achieve, playing just as hard to enjoy Accept who and what you are, tolerating even the flaws You cannot change what is, but you can improve from within Each breath you draw, each day you awaken These are gifts to not take lightly It is not through others that you achieve or succeed But rather, in the belief, that you can prosper by who you have become