— The god of war climbs the birch trees to guard our earthly moon. —
Nature awakens in brilliant colors of autumn, making me wish winter would bid adieu.
I see the good in the world because I choose to. I don’t imagine it’s there; it’s there waiting to be noticed.
Many times what we perceive as an error or failure is actually a gift. And eventually we find that lessons learned from that discouraging experience prove to be of great worth.
A daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart, soothes the soul, and strengthens the imagination.
Why is it that at the very moment I need to be wise I stumble and fall like a fool, as if this had never played through my mind differently a million times?
If you avoid all of life’s abrasions, you will never be polished enough to shine.
The key to valuing something is to lose it and then realize how rare it was—after which you pray like mad to regain what you lost. The value of an item often depends upon how hard it is to attain.
No matter how many lies you use to disguise it or how many excuses you bury it beneath, the truth will never cease to be true.
Lying is wrong. When you tell a lie for the sake of sparing someone’s feelings it is not suddenly right, but it is compassionate. And is not compassion a form of love? Love—the greatest of all virtues! Therefore, my darling, I do wrong for you. I lie so you might feel loved.
Okay, let’s put this another way—if what you’re about to say wouldn’t look good permanently engraved on your tombstone, bite your tongue.
My spirit mirrors the radiance of a clear, blue sky. With closed eyes I lift my face and smile, warmed from the core and from above. All hopes and dreams compete with this endless expanse of heaven, desiring the clock of eternity.
I reach with my hands―frenziedly achieving―attempting to learn and do all. Yet I understand the humble truth; a drop of rain shall amount to my contribution among all the droplets in the vast ocean of human history.
It is a pure and precious tear that seeps from my efforts....my existence.
Taste how sweet!
It is all I have, given willingly.
Life is a puzzle, a riddle, a test, a mystery, a game—whatever challenge you wish to compare it to. Just remember, you’re not the only participant; no one person holds all the answers, the pieces, or the cards. The trick to success in this life is to accumulate teammates and not opponents.
Sometimes it feels as if God set you on Earth with a bottle full of nasty-tasting pills called days and these instructions: Swallow one at a time. When entire prescription is finished, you may return home.
Yes, happiness is dependent upon misery. For we all feel a swell of happiness after our circumstances improve from a misery recently suffered.
Just resign yourself to the fact that you’re going to be miserable so you can finally be happy. (It’s a sound theory if you think about it hard enough.)Copyright 2013 Richelle E. Goodrich