Positivity Raft

Sometimes I feel like I’m on a raft of positivity drifting down a dark river where negativity bubbles up from the depths and claws at my little haven of light. It feels lonely here from time to time and at moments it’s even hard to stay afloat. I understand the temptation to fall beneath the surface, to let myself slip away ... perhaps the negativity wouldn’t seem so scary once I was amongst it.
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But I always see the beauty in the world. I am always amazed at the little things, the things few people seem to notice, the things few people think deserve admiration. I marvel at the black winged gull simply because he is strangely regal in his difference from the other gulls.  I find pure joy in the giant, alien plant that grows out precariously from the leaf-blocked drain pipe, creating nature in the concrete jungle where others tried to eradicate it. I find magic in the stillness of the air on a calm day by the sea - a place where there is almost always a breeze seems so otherworldly when it is without.
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For those things I paddle forward regardless, the positivity no matter how small keeping me afloat, making sure I keep lighting the way.