What Then?

Would I be nicer if I got everything I wanted?

Would I be happier if I lived the life I planned?

Would I feel less chaotic?

Would I treat the world differently?

What if I didn’t recognize my mid twenties as the end?

If comparison meant striving for more than my childhood dreams that seem to have fallen into the wrong lives.

Would I be more willing to offer joy?

If I didn’t need faith because I had proof.

If I knew things wouldn’t work because they already had.

Could I vibrate higher then?

What if Santa still came down my chimney?

Would gifts make me more present?

If I was who I imagined, could I possess a light so bright that it would inspire others?

A mentor for what may be because I am?

Would I be more grateful?

Indebted to the universe for seeing me?

Hearing me and fulfilling its promise to help.

Like God taking time for my prayers.

A special delivery in a sea of disbelief and famine.

What if They found me worthy?

Would it feel superior to always win?

No toying through hints of getting there.

But solid belts of merry and progress.

Tangible trophies for my efforts.

Checks off my lists for magic under my tree.

My thoughts materialized.

Would I live then and not worry?

Could I shed anxiety and fear in exchange for festive and jolly?

Would I notice my blessings?

Would I want more?

Hell on earth. Does the Bad Place end?

Joy to the world. Am I the Good Place?

If I had it all.

Would I acknowledge it?

Even at the top, people want to come down.

Is my best wherever I am?

Are the holidays any happier in a perceived realm of perfection?

Am I already protected?

Shall I greet each season of my life with tenderness?

A moment in time like a Christmas card on the fridge.

A new dawn. A new chance to want and to give.

Rejoicing in the understanding of still having movement as long as I have movement.

A reminder to remember.