Monday, August 15, 2011

Simple or Stressful?

Monday Musings on This ‘N That


Is your life simple or stressful? If your life is stressful, can you ever get back to simple? These days the world seems to expect everybody to multitask—do more than one thing at the same time. Like those folks you see who can keep several plates balanced and spinning at the same time. Do you ever feel like that guy, running from one thing (plate) to another and barely staying ahead of a full-blown crash of your life (all the plates)?

A few of us probably would enjoy a life of simplicity. A little child’s life is a good model of simplicity. They can have a fuss one minute and then a while later are the best of friends. Seems like once we become adults we’ve learned the words disagree, dislike, argue, and unforgiving. We adults find it easy to remember hurt feelings; unlike little children, we hold grudges against those who have hurt us.

Can you remember how simple a little child faces each day? How they probably don’t remember having their feelings hurt? They embrace everyone, trusting and laughing. Little children who are cared for are happy every day (unless they are sick). They usually get along with everyone who pays attention to them. Little children aren’t aware of all the bad around the world; they look at the world through innocent eyes that yet don’t know evil.

You know, women usually have in their closet that “little black dress.” The dress that is completely simple but adequate for times when jeans won’t do. Think Audrey Hepburn—if you’re old enough to remember her in a simple, but attractive dress.

We can look at little children and find innocence. Knowing what we know in maturity, some might wish to turn the calendar back a ways and start again. The second time around they might keep that simple innocence that brings such happiness to little children.


The greater part of our happiness depends on our dispositions, not our circumstances.” –Martha Washington


Till next time … keep on smiling.

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