Life is only bad as we make it to be

Life is full of joys in the most unexpected of moments, in the most unexpected of places and from the most unexpected of people..

The little things we overlook, the simple gestures we for granted take, the sights and sounds we over time ignore….

These are what bring the little joy in our days

Yet we usually complain; of unfairness, stress and other problems aplenty,

We fail to see and appreciate the joy being thrust in our face..

Is this what life has brought us to?

Where we are unknown to what we have, which is what we want?

We run in the rat race, day after day…chasing an illusive dream

Illusive not ‘cause we can’t get it, more ‘cause we already do

All we need is to open our minds to the colours in our life…

Use these to chase the glum and despair we make ourselves face

Life is only as bad as we make it to be, so why make it so bad?