The difference between a great day and an average day isn’t the peal of the sunrays across your ears, gracing musical warmth across the soul. A great day can burst forth with plump plops of rain drops, black-grey clouds billowing and the occasional white gash across the heavens that let you know you’re alive, the world’s alive, and alive is grand.
A great day isn’t made in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the office, or in the car. It is made anywhere, anytime in the mind, when it realizes each moment is precious and fleeting, and lives it happily.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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:) I like this a lot. Especially the "white gash" and "peal of sunrays"
ReplyDeleteThey say that we humans cannot have too much of happiness because it would kill us. Happiness in its purest form can only be enjoyed in tiny bits and the moment we realize we are experiencing happiness, it starts to fade.
ReplyDeleteI wonder why we were made to bear unknown depths of pain.