Sail through the good days, and on bad days pick a spot of blue sky to steer toward.

Not every day is awful.
Not every day is good.
Despite the way the hours pass
I’m living like I should.

Not every day is all wrong.
Not every day is right.
At least I’m not a spider
trying to scamper out of sight.

Not every day is ideal.
Not every day is bad.
At any rate I have my senses
even if they’re mad.

Not every day is happy.
Not every day is glum.
When sadness drags me in the dumps
A simple tune I hum.

Not every day I smile.
Not every day I frown.
With effort, I can take a scowl
and turn it upside down.

Not every day is crazy.
Not every day is sane.
If consequence nips at my heels
I don’t pass on the blame.

Not every day is giddy.
Not every day is blah.
Yet I can still appreciate
a giggle and guffaw.

Not every day is timid.
Not every day is proud.
I may not be a dragon
but I roar about as loud.

Not every day has rainbows.
Not every day has rain.
Despite the fact I’m stiff and sore,
I’m not in chronic pain.

On every day the sun shines,
so every night I pray
that I might see the morning light
and live another day.

When gossip starts, be deaf.

Pride is not your friend.
He would have you think he is, that he affords you strength and courage, but in truth he robs you of your health and by slow, diluted degrees steals your might. He is a crafty and cunning liar who would have you think that stubborn, unapologetic, superior, boastful, and popular are admirable traits. Pride would convince you that being right is more crucial than being kind. He would have you sever relationships, even turn your back on family and friends rather than utter a humble apology. To do so is beneath you, pride would say. He would have you fight like a raptor and gnash your teeth while jutting out an inflexible jaw to defend and protect him, regardless of who is hurt in the process. He would use and demean you in order to puff up and fortify himself. He would destroy your life and every meaningful association before casting you aside without a hint of remorse.
Again, Pride is not your friend.

You stare at your dream from a distance, longing, sighing, seeing what you deem is a warning of IMPOSSIBLE. But if you would squint real hard you would see the truth; the sign correctly reads 'I'M POSSIBLE.

It's okay to be absurd, ridiculous, and downright irrational at times; silliness is sweet syrup that helps us swallow the bitter pills of life.