Texture is the physical feel of something — smooth, rough, fuzzy, slimy, and lots of textures something in between
Our lives are full of textures, some visible, some we appreciate by touching, and I suspect that we take them for granted. The touch. The feel. The fabric of our lives.
Very often our likes and dislikes are really what create the shape and the texture of our lives. I imagine if we had a choice, we might desire a texture that would allow us to skate through life on an even level effortlessly and easily. But real life isn’t like that. It’s not as smooth as a piece of glass, a perfectly laid layer of ice at the skating arena, or a swatch of glossy satin.
There is a texture of life that cannot be reduced. It has a richness that rational descriptions cannot capture. Life demands that we embrace our own texture that enables us to maneuver through whatever happens our way because troubles do come, the path is not easy or well marked, and sometimes we just get lost. And that’s when who we truly are comes to light and others can see the fabric of our lives.
The texture of my life’s fabric is deep down, inside, the essence of my core. It defines my beliefs, my choices in life, and my determination to give thanks in all circumstances.
Remember: Gratitude Can Change Every Texture of Our Lives.