I was driving along yesterday feeling very content, thinking that my life is almost perfect. I can't think of one thing to complain about, at least not for the past few days. If my parents were still alive, my life would be absolutely perfect. That's the only thing I can say I feel the slightest regret about.
I think this feeling is serenity! Or joy. Or some other by-product of right living. And as for my parents, I am just grateful that I had them for all the years I did.
Life, today, is good. When there is a problem, it's a much higher quality of problem than I had in my using days. So until tomorrow, I'm going to relish this feeling.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Isn't it funny how unfamiliar serenity feels...that we have to take the time to kinda figure it out? ENJOY
Post a Comment