Reading Time: 10 minutes As for myself, I mostly feel alright with existing now, with my purpose here, my worth.
It’s sometimes a precarious thing, my hold on this life, like a fragile vase in a window which could tip one way or another in a breeze – tipping gently and safely to the table nearby or smashing fatally down to the garden below – but inside are pink scented lilies and beauty, so I go on, day by day, month by month, year by year, and gradually I find, as my Buddhist teacher once told me, that, though I wasn’t invited to this party, people like my presence and I like the music and chitchat and, mostly, it all makes me very happy.
