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Do you still believe in fairy tales?Posted Friday, September 3, 2010, at 11:22 AM
John Wayne's 100th birthday was observed recently. I have all of his movies on tape so if you ever want to borrow one, forget it. They don't leave the Goosecreek, Ltd. Video Archives. The observance of his natal day induced me to think about age and what it does to ones worldview.
Isn't it strange. The government vows to separate church and state yet they are the first ones to take off for religious holidays. Not only Christian religions but others also. It is closed more often and tighter than a Redneck Clan Member's mind.
I have walked down the road of time with many folks. Many of them have been looking for the blue bird of happiness to come and land on their shoulder and cause them to live happily ever after. They still believe in fairy tales. Many of those folks have spent excessive amounts of time and money searching for the elusive happiness, but like the horizon they never reach it. They are waiting for someone else to make them happy through some activity or event. Many of them are as happy as Paris Hilton at a county fair.
If I have noted anything it is this, the future comes one day at a time. Happiness comes in small packages and small moments. Rarely does happiness come in an overwhelming flood of events and situations that permeate the entire consciousness and time. The senior prom was a bit of a disappointment in that respect. BW and I visited the butterfly exhibit at the zoo and were enthralled by the beauty and tranquility of those gossamer winged creatures. We noticed that if we pursued them they would flee but if we sat quietly they would flit about us and land nearby and we could enjoy them.
Happiness is like that. If we forget about ourselves and spend time helping others and being concerned about their welfare, happiness swirls about us, caressing our necks and faces like a scarf of fog and settles in our minds like a Knox County watermelon settles in our stomachs on a hot day. My best illustration of this is children and grandbabies. I would gladly give my life for my granddaughters as I did for my own children. All they can offer is smiles, hugs, giggles and quiet breathing as they sleep on my shoulder -- deep happiness and joy.
I have observed many aspects of worry over time. If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm you'll never enjoy the sunshine. It is also true that where the sun always shines there is a desert below. If you save all of your money for the rainy days you will never purchase life pleasures. If you worry all the time about what might happen you will miss the joys of life. If you live for the weekend you will miss 82% of your life.
I still miss John Wayne.
(I am still searching for a picture of the Calvertville School.)
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