It was a long difficult day at work.  As usual it wasn’t anything different.  The bosses constantly put pressure for performance, continually insisting one take on more responsibilities.  Just waking up in the morning knowing what one was going to have to endure, just made one want to crawl back in bed and pull the covers over the head.

Thank heavens it was time to go home, which was bitter sweet knowing of the multitude of projects that were there waiting to be done.  Punching out at the time clock, punching the steering wheel from the traffic, punching the front door that was sticking, trying to keep from punching the one at home that has been close to the heart. 

Today, in breaking a routine, now taking a moment for ones self, just kicking off the shoes and sitting down with the mail.  One bill wants more money, and then another one does too.  Envelope after envelope wants significant increases for there services.  It is amazing these company’s want huge increases when they themselves refuse to award decent wages.

In this pile of seemingly unending escalating costs was one simple letter highlighted in red, white and blue.  Upon opening, noticed it was personalized and was from an exclusive organization that was sharing the possibilities of prosperity and phenomenal personal abilities.  One rarely receives information that precludes ones vast worth.

“Honey, look at this!  It is an invitation to join with a group of people who want to better our lives and bring hope for a brighter future.”  Having a similar stressful day, the reply, “get real, there is nothing you can do other than get up and get some work done around here!”  What is one to do when from deep down inside one knows there is something better but, it seemingly is unreachable because of the current circumstances?  How can one convey a deep passion and emotion to a significant other?

We have been lead to believe that nothing is impossible.  So, why is it then everything seems impossible?  We say one thing, yet do the opposite.  What one can create is only limited by the imagination.  One can hear what we truly feel and desire in the music of each generation, from some distant galaxy deep inside our own interior.  So maybe one day the songs we sing will be felt and understood and brought to life because we sing it.

Song of it, sing of it, simply become of it.

(to be continued)