My Opera7 Days before Christmas
Saturday, December 18, 2010 12:46:46 PM
I remember like it was yesturday waking up early in the anticipation to just maybe get a peek at the presents under the tree having my name on them. It seems that from an early age I had realized the great importance that stuff would bring to my own happiness. How easy it seemed at 7 years old to just wait and see what Santa would bring.
Now I sit a bit on the edge of such a happiness. It seems that 'stuff' is not going to bring me happiness at all. I am not sure if finding a job will really do so either. Happiness is something that seems to be a gift all in itself. It is that which I do not want to change.
I heard a country song yesterday that was sarcastically portraying the poor and struggling life of a couple with kids as simple paradise. I think to many they have found that secret of acceptance and happiness right where they are.
This is what I myself will learn. It is not in the goals of tomorrow that I will find happiness. As a matter of fact, simply enjoying this momment of typing away while it is quiet makes me feel a bit....well, happy
Now I sit a bit on the edge of such a happiness. It seems that 'stuff' is not going to bring me happiness at all. I am not sure if finding a job will really do so either. Happiness is something that seems to be a gift all in itself. It is that which I do not want to change.
I heard a country song yesterday that was sarcastically portraying the poor and struggling life of a couple with kids as simple paradise. I think to many they have found that secret of acceptance and happiness right where they are.
This is what I myself will learn. It is not in the goals of tomorrow that I will find happiness. As a matter of fact, simply enjoying this momment of typing away while it is quiet makes me feel a bit....well, happy
