Celebration

"What's the celebration?" she asks her friend who stands barefoot staring into the open sky.

"Another beautiful day, but what makes this one special is joy to accompany the sense of peace I have." The wind blows through her coily afro as the pure scent of contentment eases its way through her sundress.

"What's the celebration?" He asks as his brother in Christ who moves from the window and walks outside standing in the mist of light rain. As it gets heavier he replies,

"Yet another day she's on my mind. As much as I want to ignore her and forget about her, I have to at least talk to her. He has a purpose for her in my life someway, somehow."

What's the celebration of today? What was the celebration of yesterday, what about tomorrow? Each and everyday there is a celebration. Even in the middle of storms there are celebrations.

There are celebrations of a life gone, celebrations of accomplishment, celebration of life. The celebration of life is granted to people everyday. Some lives are celebrated after they are gone. 

I celebrate plenty of things music, love, emotions, thoughts, my environment, I have a question.

Do you ever have a celebration for yourself? You should. You were created and placed on this planet for a reason. Enjoy yourself while you can. 

What is your celebration for today?

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