Finding happiness

These days are all we have.  We only live each day once.  Appreciate every day for what it is – your chance to live well.  Be mindful of your surroundings and the people you share your days with and you will, hopefully, find the sweetest kind of felicity.  Everyday happiness will be small and humble and you will need to notice it.  Taking pride in getting your work done – be that paid work or house work, knowing you did your best,  watching your children play, teaching what you know to someone who needs it, learning a new skill, baking your best ever loaf of bread, hearing your family say: this is delicious Mum!, all these small things should be gathered up and thought about. These are not insignificant things, they are crucial. They will fill you up, they can fill your life up!  If you live mindfully, expecting to be happy, if you truly appreciate what each day holds – the good and the not so good, then you will get the full measure of every day.  And that, my friends, is quite an achievement.  ~ Rhonda Jean 

This beautiful piece of prose was copied from one of my favorite blogs Down–to–Earth written by Rhonda Jean.  Rhonda’s words are profound and embody my thoughts and feelings on the subject – I just couldn’t have written it nearly so well.  Be sure to visit her blog if you are interested in frugal, simple, happy living. The excerpt is taken from this post



2 thoughts on “Finding happiness

  1. Beautiful Jackie. Reminds me of THE PUPPET

    If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.

    I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.

    I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

    I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep.

    I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream.

    If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.

    My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.

    With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals…My God, if I only had a scrap of life…

    I wouldn’t let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.

    I would convince each woman or man that they are my favourites and I would live in love with love.

    I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old–not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. I have learned so much from you men….

    I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.

    I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father’s finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.

    I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up. I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.

    Gabriel Garcia Marquez


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