It’s me again …
I’m in the parking lot with a cartful of groceries when I see this bumper sticker –
I whip out my phone and click. (How could I not? 🙂 )
wondering where this is going, right?
I jotted down some thoughts to share.
I resort to paper and pen. (If you’re under thirty, don’t judge those of us who do –
… got distracted! Sorry, where was I? Oh, butterflies …
at myself. I asked –
Is it possible to
from life’s knocks?
How can you
How do you measure
I know I’ll never be the
. Who cares if I’m not
? I don’t yearn to
at the best restaurants, nor do I seek
all the time.
This I know, however. Each new day is a
– not just the
– but every moment of my life,
. Of course,
How wonderful not to always have to
. I’m happy as I am, though.
or not, I don’t
than I have. I know I’ll never be
. I can make
– because this is how I feel inside.
So what sort of
brake for butterflies?
I’d like to think a butterfly-braker is someone who could live as if every single day is a
, who understands that simple things are of
. If you are
– and we all do from time to time, because often
the precious things.
Love, faith, family, friends
and if these things are yours,
Are some words hard to say?
- I’m sorry.
- I need you
- I miss you
- I love you
Say them as often as the need arises. And then some more.
can turn an entire situation around.
Do you really believe that success can be measured by the
piled up in a bank account?
How could you ever know
the glittering façade of a life that looks
on the outside?
to be turned
by unexpected serendipity.
Tell yourself each morning that
It’s not all about possessing stacks and
of stuff, you know.
Take a minute to
You can make the choice to feel young for as long as you live and be
with each passing day.
Age is only a number, I tell myself. What counts is how I feel inside, right?
You have only one life to live.
it with all your might!
Brake for butterflies.
Dance under the stars.
Hold hands. Smile a lot.
And always remember … you’re never too old to dream!