Look at this shot. Just look at it. This is fucking poetic is it not? Me. Alone. On a raft. With a boy. Going on a nowhere. With a paddle. It’s poetry in motion…
Even from a distance, with a crappy old Polaroid scanned by my lovely mother and emailed, you can sense the happiness. My happiness. My sweet innocent untouched confidence that my life will go smoothly and without hick-ups. Do you remember that time? When you felt that way? It’s nice isn’t it? And it is poetic. Unhurt, untouched, unscratched, unscathed, sheer sweet innocence. I remember that time, and mainly I remember that feeling. And I feel good holding on to that memory. There is nothing wrong with innocence, or naïveté as I love to say.
Ignorance is bliss. I choose bliss over a “oh woe is me” attitude any day. Walk down the street and look at people. Really look at strangers as you cross them. I am willing to bet you can pick out the “woe is me” people in a fraction of a second. A blink of a glimpse is all it takes to know the difference between who is happy (they may look dumb, but they’re happy) from who looks miserable (they may look bright, but all those brains in the world are useless when you don’t even want to get up in the morning).
This picture makes me happy. Finding unexpected money makes me happy (just now found $12). This week I cleaned out (a tiny part) of my mom’s basement, we cleared up 10 X 5 feet of space, and in doing so I found my dad’s stamp collection I promised I’d give my nephew. That made me happy. Today I mowed my mom’s lawn, front and back, as I was mowing I felt such joy!
What makes YOU happy? Tell me, I want to know, I may have undiscovered happiness waiting for me around the corner…
p.s. this post is a writing prompt from the Blog Gang. I may not have children, but I still have my childhood under my hood… Have you guessed the theme of this prompt?