
A colourful old lady sits with her grumpy husband in the park. He looks at her with sadness. “I don’t think I’m going to finish my novel… I would be so happy if I could.” She laughs softly. “No hubby, you wouldn’t be happy even if you did finish it.” His frown tells her he isn’t amused. “Woman, why would you say such a thing?” She holds his hand to calm him down. “When we met you said you would be happy if I called you my own. When I called you my own, you said you would be happy if we got married. We did. Then you said you’d be happy if we had children. We had a couple.” She chuckles. “Then you said you’d be happy when our kids left the house. When they did, you said you’d be happy if you wrote a novel.”
He is even less amused now, but since he doesn’t know what to say, he goes with his default defense: “Is there a point to this?” “Why yes dear, there is a point. You’ve achieved so many things that you’ve set out to do. So now you and I can quietly sit here and appreciate our beautiful grandchildren running around in the park.” She raises a stern eyebrow. “At least, I can appreciate them while you think of the next thing you want to achieve, believing you’ll appreciate it when you achieve it, but you never do.
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Often we live between moments instead of living in moments. Stand still. Right now, don’t wait to do something “noteworthy”. Enjoy the good in your life, even if just for a little while. Stand still.