I have this idea of what a pleasant life would be like. It’s the life I’m convinced my husband lives everyday of his life. He doesn’t struggle through life like most of us do. He strolls through life. More than stroll, he prances. He’s the happiest person I know. I often wonder what it must be like to be him. Without a worry in the world.
A pleasant life would be something like this: you go to work to accomplish something that day. You’re not worried about tomorrow, you’re not stressed about how things went today, you just get little satisfactions every day and that is good enough for you. Any additional courses/seminars you have to attend for work are just a part of life. There is really no rush to reach a goal, it’s all about living in the present. You come home, make dinner, do some writing or knitting or reading or whatever you want, and tomorrow is tomorrow. Life is just life.
I don’t feel that way about my life. I stress out about everything all the time. What would it be like to just live day by day? To live in the present?
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