Month: September 2015

The young man that walks past me on the stairs, stops, walks back up and asks if he can help me. The doctor that asks me how I’m feeling rather then reviewing my symptom list. The bus driver that waits when he sees me hobbling along the road as he’s noticed my imploring looks as having a crutch in either hand prevented me from waving at him. The man that opens the taxi door for me and asks me if I’m okay. The ticket inspector that opens the barrier for me and wishes me a wonderful day with a smile.

September 5th 2015 There’s no denying it’s hard to feel appreciation for a life that isn’t the one I wanted. It’s hard to wholeheartedly embrace the life I have as it’s a million miles away from the one I dreamed I’d have. Yet it’s the one I’ve got, so losing myself in whimsical ‘what if’s’ and ‘if only’s’ doesn’t serve me well in the long run as it won’t change anything. Life often takes us down unexpected pathways and avenues, and it can be hard at times to reconcile the life we want with the one we end up with.