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Hang On, The Future Is Next August 25, 2010

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Life Balance, Mindfulness.
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Continued from:  Let The Past Recede From View

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As you read the following statement, ask whether it is true for you:

Down the road, I may need to veer from this path, but in this moment I’m happy as I am and exactly where I want to be.

Or, stated differently, who I am is who I want to be.

If either of these statements apply to you, take a moment to celebrate.  We’ll wait.

{{Pause and Applause}}

When our lives are exactly as we wish them to be, even if just for a moment, we need to celebrate and savor those moments without worrying about what’s coming down the road, or waiting for us around the next bend.

If you’re sailing the seven seas, and the weather is perfect, take your cue from Captain Lovegood:

Sit back and enjoy the ride. 

Watch the scenery. 

Relax into the moment at hand.

Enjoy this moment, it won’t last.  The future soon will be the past.  Day quickly becomes the night.  Fill each moment with delight.  

If you want to maximize your happiness, don’t emulate Captain Sinbad who squanders otherwise perfect moments worrying about storms that may never appear on the horizon.  Don’t allow the uncertainty of the future to mar your enjoyment of this moment ~ a moment you will never experience again. 

Enjoy each moment as it gently unfolds into the next without worrying about what lies ahead, or rushing to reach some desired future destination.

Tomorrow (and its challenges) will arrive soon enough.

Happiness for “a” reason, any reason, is ephemeral, and can be snatched away in the blink of an eye.  In contrast, happiness for no reason is always yours for the asking ~ but only right here, right now.

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Tomorrow at noon:  It’s Just Your Imagination

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1. Paula - August 25, 2010

Amen! Here I go again. . .it reminds me of a great family story of when my Dad’s youngest sibling, his brother (12 years his junior), was on a long road trip with his parents and a cousin (his same age). As children will, he and his cousin were squabbling in the back seat, and causing all sorts of noise that disturbed and annoyed his parents in the front seat. When my grandmother, in the passenger eat, could take no more, she, without looking back reached her hand back, and firmly, with one fell swoop, slapped her hand across their cheeks – WHAP -in one fluid movement and rapid succession, then with a firm voice said “Look at the scenery!”

They did.

Oh, and my life is almost always wonderful – especially when I take the time to savor those fabulous moments. God is so good; especially when I take the time to notice how good God is – even in times of despair!

nrhatch - August 25, 2010

While I generally do NOT countenance striking children, I have this to say:

YOUR GRANDMOTHER ROCKS!!!

Look at the scenery . . . savor the moment at hand.

Thanks, Paula

Paula - August 25, 2010

I’m the same way in re hitting children. I do, however, sympathize with my grandmother (who died of breast cancer shortly before my parents were married). Wish I had known her for real, instead of through the all too few stories I have of her. One other I have – speaking of savoring the moment – during one of the last stages of her illness, after the cancer had metastasized to her brain, she suffered from monstrous headaches. One evening during dinner, she suddenly stood up, and with an enormous smile, said “Let’s go for a drive! My headache is gone. I want to see what I can see!” You are right – she really rocked!

nrhatch - August 25, 2010

My grandmother died of breast cancer too . . . after it metastacized to her bones and brain.

She rocked too!

2. cindy - August 25, 2010

I liked Paula’s comment.
And – just today – I decided to look at the future.
Well done Nancy!

nrhatch - August 25, 2010

Write on!


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