ones own cross to bear

When a naked form, it shape reveals, the mind at the mercy of daily happenings. When a breath of fresh air means a dalliance in company relaxing, silent and quietly peaceful.
When another knows, to just be there, means more that all the gold in the world. When a solution is found in nothingness, for it clears the mind of all clutter.
Sometimes the heaviness of responsibilities seems a burden unmanageable...to grasp and grapple for a lifeline...gulping for an answer .  
Then begins the counting...from one through to ten...slow and paced...and at ten, the hope a calmness and logic will prevail.
A reminder when one is in the company of another, whose burdens are heavier than ones own, that it ain't that bad. 
A reminder that sometimes we forget to thank our lucky stars for what we have. 
A reminder, when the sun sets that tomorrow the sun will rise and there will be a solution
...patience...a virtue of those strong of character and personality
....patience...a virtue of resilience and unquestionable faith in the positive no matter what.
It takes the brave and sturdy to plod and plod and plod.....and still believe and know there is a joy , a happiness, a reason for challenges of the heart, mind and soul.
Thus when one is born....one is born with ones own cross to bear....how does one go about bearing that cross...? well that is purely up to oneself.

RB.