It must be the best time of year, I managed to get my son and my brother to sit down for a family picture. "Why do we need another picture?", "Hurry up and take the damn shot.", I'm not taking off my glasses." Could there have been more complaints? Actually, there could have, but none of them bothered me. After all its part of being a family and patience and understanding are what it means to be a part of a family. I wouldn't change mine for a million others.
In this age of designer children and looking for Mr. Goodbar, I can honestly say that my happiness is earnest. It’s not about settling, but accepting. I say this because if our beliefs are established by our upbringing, i.e. our family, and they establish our values, which in turn mold our attitudes, then why are so many individuals unhappy with their lives?
Of course, competition and striving for excellence is good, but if that leads you down a path that isn’t making you happy, then why continue?
You can get up and make things happen, or you can accept and learn to love the people and world around you. Is working for a better life really a better life? Isn’t it true that he who dies with the most toys still dies?
Ideals should come in the form of ethics, morals and values. Not a Norman Rockwell family. You can’t choose the family you’re born into so why fight it, love it.
Happy Holidays Richard.
2 comments:
For what I read, you've tornadoes in your sole, Liza. When they calm down, because they do, what would be left, debris? What could you possibly re-construct with debris that last? Not a whole of a lot.
Thank you so much for your comment. I don't believe that I have tornadoes, at least that was not what the blog was about. It was about acceptance and being accepted. I believe I am an anomaly. I do know that the finer things in life are about the basics not what impression others get. When it comes down to it real friends love you no matter what brand shoes you're wearing or handbag you carry. Your family will always be your family, they of course should never care what you can buy them or if you can afford to buy anything. I've met plenty of people who wish they had another family, what is that all about? I've lived long enough to know that no one, absolutely no one is perfect. Love does conquer all!
Lisa
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