Monday, April 4, 2016

How Do You Know the Status of Your Life?

   I read somewhere that the first thing you should do every morning is to make your bed. That way you can always say that you accomplished something in that day.

   Never mind how small, it is still an accomplishment.

   Perhaps it is with the encouragement from another, that leads to a high point in your day. Perhaps it is a little more than that when you wife says that you have got to get this stuff out of her  kitchen.

   Regardless, there comes that time, a time of euphoric pleasure, that you know you have hit a high that may not be equalled in these few hours before tomorrow.

   Have you even been stumped with a problem from the day before, and you see, right there in front of you, a solution that had been evading you? It may have been hiding in plain view, but you see it, you know it fits what you need, and you get that warm feeling all over.

   You smile and know that all is well.

   You can go on with the rest of your day, but you have your accomplishment, and it cannot be taken away.

   You have solved your problem, and even if nothing else happens good, you can remember that feeling.

   But what does it say about your life, when that high, that euphoric moment in time, is kind of unimportant?

   You have made your bed, you have found that elusive puzzle piece, and it is only 10:35AM.

   Maybe you can even balance your checkbook and make it truly memorable.

   But the puzzle piece, the one that was hiding and did not want to cooperate, is the one thing that really made you smile.

   What does that say about your life?



   And what does it say that one of your "so-called" friends gave you a 1,000 piece one to work?

   But, after today, there is only a couple of hundred of those tiny pieces left to find and fit in, and I still have more upcoming chances to smile.

   But, if I don't get it done, there may not be but one of us smiling.

   Might not ought to push my luck.

   Might be unimportant to anyone else, but it is to me...

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