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Alice.... in I Wonder land? I wrote this on another blog.. wanted to save it. sometimes I surprise myself...... It's about the idea of getting old. For me.... when I'm happy.. I never think .. how old I am. It seems. I fall down that White Rabbit's hole. If I choose to miss happiness, the truer goal An tell myself it doesn't matter Until I'm greeted by the Mad Hatter, Then the Cheshire Cat smiles at me. and directs me to a place I don't want to be I'm forced to confront the hidden parts To prepare myself for the Queen of Hearts . It's a pill to swallow.... That the meaning of being too tall Is just another way of becoming too small And the meaning of being too old Stops the journey, and puts you on hold. So through the looking glass, I roam Until happiness finds me, ,......and I get to go home. |
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I think , I'm thinking....... how old I am.... too often.....
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It's important that one understand happiness. For many here who take the narrow view... It's not what you think it is. It's not wealth, it's not control, It's not love, it's not even health....although it could be, if that's what you choose But, It's different, for different people... I wish i could bottle what it is for me. It's in the moment I stand outside, with the sun or the moon, the warmth or the chill. the stillness or the breeze, and it comes over me, the simple realization, I am. and I am alive, and nothing else really seems to matter. I get to carry that with me for awhile, until I need it to come again.
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Happiness is a very personal notion, it comes and goes and sometimes we are happy and don't even realize it until we look back.
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