The Fine Print Of Life 

No one ever read me the fine print of life 

I never got to see the contract with my name stamped on it in blood 

I never understood what I didn’t sign up for  

Until life sprang its deadly surprises on me 

Ranging from depression to disorder and chaos 

Cancer, death, and the loss of loved ones 

We never agreed to it’s terms but we are subject to them none the less 

We are brought into this world kicking and creaming 

And we leave this world begging for more time for just another minute 

But this thing we call life is not without hope 

It’s not without merit 

For though there are many horrible things 

The good things abound as well 

The innocent laugh of a child 

The beauty of the wildflowers dressed in all their finery 

The sky painted in colors during sun rise and sunset 

The stars festooning the midnight sky with light the moon hanging in the sky 

All of creation is beautiful from the peaceful crashing waves to the torrential rain 

Beauty and joy abounds you just have to take it in 

The songs of the birds 

The whistling breeze, the babbling brooks 

All of creation sings of beauty 

This is the other fine print of life that is often overlooked 

Willfully by many 

All of creation sings of the beauty and wonder of its creator 

Pain and suffering abound but they are not the end all be all of life 

Even when life drags you down the worlds sings its song trying to remind you of the beauty that surrounds us all 

We are meant to join in on the song of creation 

But it is our own choice 

Whether or not we contribute to the song 

Or add to the discordance trying to drown it out 

The choice is yours  

It’s always been yours 

What to do with your life 

Even though you did not agree to the terms of this life 

You have the choice of what to do with it 

You are in control of your life you didn’t choose it but how it ends up 

Is all up to you 

You can choose to wallow in chaos and despair 

Or look at the beauty that surrounds and choose to live that beauty out in your own life