Wishing the day away
I woke up this morning wishing I was somewhere else. I wished I was surrounded by the beauty of nature. Then I wished I was wealthy living in a large log cabin. I wished I was taller (don’t ask me why) I wished I was smaller; this I could imagine why? I wished I had a bigger dog (one day I did ). I just felt like so much was missing and I really could not explain why. As I rose from my bed I wished my story could be different, but then suddenly I paused. I reflected on all the stories I’ve written. I thought about their stories. Would I really like to exchange my life fore either of theirs? No. Yet the world will one day label them as great people. Suddenly I understood wishing for an easy life is not a meaningful life at all. You see into every life some rain must fall and sometime the greater the rain the greater the harvest. My life was already great and there is no real way of knowing that my easy life wishes would not lead me to disaster. As I dr...