The Good Old Days. . .
Remember when everyone talked to each other. Every house seemed to include front porches with families sitting together talking and laughing. And the neighbors came over to chew the fat and they were always there in those trying, crying times . . . And there was always a rocking chair making a warm loving melody with each word.
There was a time when we weren’t so busy. We keep it locked tightly inside our thoughts. We don’t want to let it out. We don’t want to admit that we were once happy. And we just wonder what happened to the good old days.
The good old days, there was no such a place. It only ever existed in our minds . . . But let me tell you it’s not all bad, because we were all happy once . . . It was a time when you thought everyone else was just as happy, but how could they have been. Life creeps in and well it gets ugly. You were happy . . . Say it out loud. Scream it, shout it. Say it again and again.
Now what do you have to do to be happy again?
Dare to follow your Dreams . . . Don’t settle for something else. Make it happen. Change starts with each of us. If your world has become unfriendly, you become friendlier. If your day has become too full, organize it and go through what doesn’t belong, throw it out.
Unbeknownst to me, I wasn’t happy until I started to write, to follow my dream . . . And now I sing a song to my self everyday. I never know when for at any moment I just smile and sing whatever tune is floating around in my thoughts. That is true happiness. Go find yours . . .
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