life's big bag of burning shit

I don't live in a fairy tale. I knew life was hell even before it was made obvious. Before the curtain of youth was lifted.

I choose not to live in it. The hell. I'm no good here if I live there.

My anchor is lodged fast. I am tethered to the gratitude, the beauty, the present, the peace. Even when I slip down the rope and swing above the flames and tumult, even when I get singed by life's big bag of burning shit, I hold tight and remember where I belong.

Here. And everywhere. Until I die.

This is my entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
Give it a try. Don't get burned.

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