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Friday, June 8, 2007
10:53:00 PM EDT
Feeling Quiet
Hearing "I'll Be Seeing You" - Dean Martin
I’ve read that as you grow older, taste buds die. Food doesn’t taste as good as it used to when you were younger.
And statistics tell me other senses grow weaker, also.
So maybe that’s why my sense of wonder and amazement isn’t what it used to be. The evening news has left me jaded, I guess.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m happy and content when riding my horse through the countryside, or when I spend time back at the cabin. Or anytime Cliff and I are together with no worries on the horizon.
But the keen feeling of happiness-so-sharp-it-almost-hurts isn’t there any more.
I miss that.
It all comes back to me, though, when I watch the two dogs running and playing. They haven’t lost it, and I envy them their freedom from worry.
I see it in the eyes of children, amazed by a summer storm.
When my Jersey heifer runs and kicks up her heels playing at my approach, I vaguely remember what it was like to be a child.
It isn’t that I’m unhappy; it’s just that happiness isn’t as sharp a feeling as it used to be.
Enjoy it, youngsters, while you can.
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10:53:00 PM EDT
Feeling Quiet
Hearing "I'll Be Seeing You" - Dean Martin
elusive happiness
And statistics tell me other senses grow weaker, also.
So maybe that’s why my sense of wonder and amazement isn’t what it used to be. The evening news has left me jaded, I guess.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m happy and content when riding my horse through the countryside, or when I spend time back at the cabin. Or anytime Cliff and I are together with no worries on the horizon.
But the keen feeling of happiness-so-sharp-it-almost-hurts isn’t there any more.
I miss that.
It all comes back to me, though, when I watch the two dogs running and playing. They haven’t lost it, and I envy them their freedom from worry.
I see it in the eyes of children, amazed by a summer storm.
When my Jersey heifer runs and kicks up her heels playing at my approach, I vaguely remember what it was like to be a child.
It isn’t that I’m unhappy; it’s just that happiness isn’t as sharp a feeling as it used to be.
Enjoy it, youngsters, while you can.
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John does enough raving and ranting and looking on the down side for us both so I try to look up and keep the faith. Paula
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I was just thinking about that today. What I think happens is that more people give up trying to achieve that happiness which takes effort. I think of all the energy we used to expend just trying to manufacture a great party somewhere. It could take place on a mountain, in one of our homes, or even a long ways away to an outdoor dance hall. It was the same with our camping trips and fishing trips. I just went outside to see our big pool absolutely devoid of swimmers, and it will probably be that way until the heat hits then there will be a few out there. If the residents were young people that pool would be full and a great time would be had by all! Gerry http://journals.aol.com/gehi6
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I'll let you sing the blues, for now!
Happiness is a state of mind.
And there's always a pharmaceutical if you can't get to that state! LOL! -
Mosie I know exactly what you mean sometimes that feeling brings tears to my eyes or actually the lack of feeling. I feel it when I watch horses run or dogs playing and it is ALMOST like it was when I was young not quite but almost and sometimes I wonder if people young or old really feel what true happiness is when the sure joy of life is so wonderful it hurts.
6/10/07 8:42 PM
Traci