HAPPINESS AND CONTENTMENT

When I was younger I thought that I’d amount to something far from just being ordinary, but years passed, and although I see people around me having all sorts of great achievements in their chosen fields, I, on the other hand, have not really achieved something which you can call great or fantastic or super.

            No offense meant, but many of you  I think, are also like this.

            So during the past several days, I’ve been thinking of whether I can still be great. Too late to be a  basketball star, too old for that. It’ll be silly to join American idol, not really that talented. Politics is not for me; I don’t even like public speaking. So being a senator or congressman is out of the question.

            But as I compare myself to those successful people we see on TV, in magazines, in the newspapers,  I realize that it isn’t really that bad. I may not be as famous, great, magnificent as them, but the thing is, I’m very happy and content with my life.

            I can buy any book I want and enjoy reading it. My job suits my personality. My job although difficult for some, does not give me stress. My officemates, all of them, are basically good people.So there’s no severe office politics in our workplace, unlike in other places where backstabbing happens every hour. So that means I like going to my office to work. All my kids are doing fine in school. My wife still loves me and I still love her. I just bought a new car, cash, and I’m enjoying driving it around even if it’s just to bring my kids to school, to go to work, to get grocery, to watch movies, to exercise in the park.

            I’m in my fifties and I don’t have diabetes or high blood pressure. According to my doctor, my resting heartbeat is low and that’s a good sign. I’ve been exercising regulary since high school.

            My hair is still thick. My skin is different now, though; it’s getting to look like grandpa skin.Wrinkles have increased through the years. If I place my hands under the sun, I see multiple little wrinkles. Definitely, grandpa skin type.

And up to now, I don't need eyeglasses. I remember wearing glasses for astigmatism when I was 12 years old, but when I got over it, I haven't needed glasses. But now, I can't read the really fine print you see in labels, and although my hearing is still fine, I now cannot stand loud noises. Must be part of aging.

            I asked God why he didn’t make me great. I heard no answer at all. Another good sign, that means I don’t hear voices, so I’m not crazy.

            After praying and talking more to God, I realized that I’m doing something great after all.

            I’m enjoying the life God gave me.

            Thank you God for everything. I may not be great like others around me, but I definitely feel great.

            I hope you, my dear readers, feel the same way, too.

 

            

Reviews

[Alucinor]

Oh I really enjoyed reading that, i felt like i really got sucked into your perspective.
Very enjoyable. Thank you for writing this

[ChasingHappiness]

it's nice to know that you enjoyed reading this. thank you for your comment.