Mirror

 

Sixty-six and a half years old.

I do not feel 66 and a half years old. Not physically at all.

When I look in the mirror I do not see a 66 year old.

With all my body has been through these past 5 years, you would think that I would be gray haired, skinny and wheelchair bound.

I must say that I am bouncing back.

You can still tell that I am very sick, but I carry it well.

A smile can save a life

People say, “You are such a strong person.”

I am no one special.

Here now in my senior years I am a humbled.

I am grateful.

I survived mainly due to my absolute refusal to allow depression or drama remain in my life.

I quickly learned that positivity is the only way one can obtain a positive life.

Positivity is a powerful weapon.

It can defeat the deepest of depressions.

It can keep cancer on hold.

It can give you riches better than gold.

It will become the wind beneath your wings and lift you into a glorious life in the “Light“.

Like I said, when I look in my mirror I find it difficult to believe I am my age.

Spiritually I am aged. Ancient even.

The mirror doesn’t lie what is captured our eye.

I do see a warrior’s reflection of me.

A well weathered crusader and champion King.

Viking in all aspects.

Survivors instinct fuels the “Light”.

For, in the mirror, I see

“The Original Urban Viking.“

I see, “me.“

“I see you!”