It's sad that it takes a health scare, a tragedy, a death, some life changing event, to remind us of the beauty of simplicity. I'm guilty of this. I get so tied up in my own troubles that I forget how much sadness there is in the world. And, I'm reminded, that my troubles aren't really troubles at all. They're complaints. A real problem would be finding out you had cancer. Losing a loved one. A sick child. A disaster.
Even during this time when people are losing their homes, their life savings, their everything. They really haven't lost. If you are healthy and alive, then you've got it all. Really. Just ask a sick person.
Anyway, I don't want to make this post too depressing. But as my mother always says, "You don't have to look very far to see someone worse off than you."
A quote, taken from another blog, which I find to be the truth:
"And as for our ordinary days: they are quicked with silver, bright and brief - and if you are snug as a beetle and free as a leaf - then shout thanks to heaven, and breathe relief, for: our happiness is sewn in delicate threads. Use a thimble and sew, sew, sew."