It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Author Unknown

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Chapter 6, Page 12, Book 18

So stop waiting until you finish school,
until you go back to school,
until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds,
until you have kids, until your kids leave the house,
until you start work, until you retire,
until you get married, until you get divorced,
until Friday night, until Sunday morning,
until you get a new car or home,
until your car or home is paid off,
until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter,
until the first or the fifteenth, until your song comes on,
until you’ve had a drink, until you’ve sobered up,
until you die, until you are born again
to decide that there is no better time
than right now to be happy.

Author Unknown

Be happy now !

Happiness  doesn’t depend on what we have, but it does 
depend on how we feel toward what we have.  We can be
happy with little and miserable with much.

William Dempster Hoard

Many of us struggle with being happy because we don’t think are thin, right or successful enough.  But the truth is even if things are not perfect in our life, there are lots of reasons we can be happy now.

We don’t have to have tons of material things to be happy.  We just have to be happy in the place we live and with what we have.

We already have all we need to be happy right now with what we have.  It’s our choice.

The secret of happiness is the realization that life is a gift, not a right.

Author Unknown


I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

I hope you all do have a happy day! Don't wait.


the perfect moment never comes if you keep waiting for it.

Chatty Crone said...

I love this one - maybe I can apply it to my diet. Seriously - I need to start now.

betty said...

I like that first poem; good to not wait to be happy but to enjoy life no matter what the circumstances might be. We never are guaranteed any tomorrows so we need to learn how to enjoy and be content with the todays we have.


Mevely317 said...

Absolutely. As I've grown older, material things mean less and less.
That poem reminds me of my dad -- who went through life with both hands wide open -- to grasp the goodness out of every day. Tho' he died prematurely, I don't think he had a single regret.

jack69 said...

Methinks we and your author Unknown are brothers.
Taking a break for a couple months, but still love to stop by MA's house for inspiration and a fill up!

Love you lady
Sherry & jack