greenly spirits of trees

there are a lot of things i could not control. makes sense, doesn't it? no perfect foresight, no perfect decisions. i learned (once again) that it takes faith to get through the day, month, year, life. that happiness is sought but sometimes not readily available, that at the end of the day, we individually create our own happiness and we individually contribute to the happiness of the people around us. step on crap that was left behind by people around you? you can either decide to walk barefooted to enjoy the mush of sunbathed grass, or you can buy yourself a pair of manolos. it's a myth i'd forgotten. no, no one can give me happiness (yes, i'll gladly accept if you have some to spare) at the end of the day, i create my happiness - mine. my labor. my time. mine. i feel helpless yet feel the need to be thankful to be alive. ~exp.

i thank You God for most this amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;
this is the birthday of life and love and wings:
and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the noof all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginably You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
-e.e. cummings