The stories we tell ourselves
about what life
is,
does,
means,
will make our hearts
or break our hearts.
The choice,
I suppose,
is ours.
Make, break
or both, sometimes.
If only the answer were simple.
Then again…
what is simple?

The stories we tell ourselves
about what life
is,
does,
means,
will make our hearts
or break our hearts.
The choice,
I suppose,
is ours.
Make, break
or both, sometimes.
If only the answer were simple.
Then again…
what is simple?
Today.
What a beautiful choice.
There is no doubt about it.
A pineapple is,
and always will be,
a pineapple.
It does not look like a peach.
It does not feel like a peach, or taste like a peach.
If you want a peach, pick a peach.
Unless of course you prefer pineapple,
in which case,
you know what to do.
Life.
Always just another day
in the fruit bowl.