Happiness, as everything else in life, is fleeting. It is temporary. This is not scary, or negative. It’s a fact.
There was a time when as the stars passed by in the night outside my window, I would stare out
“What day is it?” asked Winnie the Pooh
“It’s today.” squeaked Piglet.
“My favourite day.” said Pooh.
A Sunday is such a bittersweet day, Where joy is shadowed by Monday not being so far away. Where you
“You are never too important, to not be kind.”
At some point, you glance over, and see that a train is approaching. It is not your train, and it does not stop at this station so it’s going at a fairly high speed. And although you are happy, a coldness washes over you. You stare blankly at the lights on the front of the train. And from somewhere in the attic of your mind, you suddenly think, “Jump.”
What are you worth? …
This topic was brought about by a conversation I had with some close friends, where I proposed them the following scenario with a single question;
It does not matter how far you go, and certainly not how fast.
Whether you run, walk or crawl; go forward. “Adelante.”
According to the dictionary, to mother, is to; bring up (a child) with care and affection. “the art of mothering”