You don't know the worth of what's good for you till you go through shit. And even better through lots of it.

Tons of: a long way offs, not enoughs, searching, agonising, longing, painful pulls of far, far, away. The list rolls on.

We don't have to do it that hard though. One way is from thanking the shit. Rolling joyfully in and with it. Like a pig in MUD (author's note: I learnt it's mud not shit that pigs excitedly roll in, when researching AFTER writing this. I kept the story cos I like it; changed that one reference and this glitch became tied to the story. I hope it gives you a chuckle like it did for me).

Curse. Be down. Sure! But rise above by turning that downer the other way round. Find your joy, your presence among it. Don't wait for that stink to go. You know.

Then you'll come out as clean as a whistle. Like a finely tuned larynx. So whistle while you work, I say.

Hum your tune. Dance your dance. And know you're alright or will be alright. The journey makes it. Don't dis it. Just don't lose sight of your worth along the way by way of being guided by your light, your joy, your kindness, your values, including aligning your thoughts with them, and that way (as opposed to gathering shit) your worth will multiply, shine within, and pay dividends.

And in the end you'll have always been your friend.

Imagine, if it all ended today. Your life this time round. Could you say you've been whistling and humming your tune? And with it all, ask yourself do your values (e.g. your loved ones, your passions, gifts/contributions, connections, the planet) know that value you hold of them? Sing out and live out such gold, says my heart, and that might also clear a bit of someone else's shit.

Have a good day. And with each one, live with the end in heart.

Snort.