Just Sing (1180)
Am I good at it? If you mean do I love it, do I do it often?... then yes. If it is judged by some other standard, then, I guess, I don’t know. But why would it be judged? I’m singing. It’s like if you asked me, are you good at breathing? I sing. I sing, I sing, and I sing. I think, I hope, I want to sing because I’m grateful. I’m so grateful that I get to sing. That I get to sing alone. That I get to sing with others. That I get to hear it. That I get to feel the joy in my heart, my throat, and then in the trees. Joy is nothing to be judged. Just enjoyed. I think if I questioned it, I would just suck the life right out of it. I sing. I live. I love. I hope I can just be grateful for these things - these amazing experiences. I hope you can too. Because it’s all pretty amazing. Look around. Just look. Just listen. This is not a bad day. This is life. This is joy. Just sing.