Many of us are not content with many things in our lives. We see things that we do not have and then complain. We see something new at our neighbor’s house, and we feel envy from within. As the saying goes, “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.” We seem to always want or need something that we do not have. There is always that feeling of discontent and frustration from not being able to do something or get something we do not have. But happiness cannot be found in the material things that we achieve in life. It is not from the achievements that we gain from our careers. Happiness can come every day if you learn to see the world with a thankful heart.
One very important thing you need to get rid of is envy. Learn to be happy for other people’s success. We are all given our own blessings. You will get your fill in due time according to your hard work. It just so happens that your neighbors received theirs sooner. Learn to congratulate others for their success, and use their example to motivate you to aim for your own success. Tell yourself, “I want that for myself too, and I will work hard to get it.”
THINK OF OTHERS
If you think you have problems or you are unfortunate, think of others who have so much less than you. If you have family problems, think of those who never had a family at all to come home to. If you think you are poor and have so little, think of those who have nothing to eat and live in the streets. No matter how low you feel you are, there is always someone else out there who would love to trade places with you.
DON’T EXPECT TOO MUCH
Discontent is brought about by too many expectations. You may be aiming too high that you fail to see what you have now. It’s okay to have a goal and want things for yourself. But if you let your goals hinder you from seeing the good things that come your way, then you are totally missing the point. The point of having goals is to find happiness. If you miss the little things that can make you happy, then you’ve failed. Don’t look too far ahead. What you are looking for just might be right beside you.
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
Lastly, when you feel you are a failure because of the things that you do not have, change your way of thinking and begin to see the things you have that you can be thankful for. Simplify your life by simply saying “Thank you” for the littlest blessings. As you wake up each day, be thankful for another waking morning and that you have another day of life. Before and after eating, be thankful that you have something to eat because you know that there are others who don’t have anything at all. Be thankful for the people in your life because there are others who have no one to turn to. And at night, before you close your eyes, be thankful for surviving another day without any accidents or problems that others somewhere else in the world may be experiencing that very moment.
Originally posted on The Poet, Lashay: A Poet's Dream :
A Love That’s Ocean Deep
She gazed into his eyes
And he heard her song
It came from her soul…
Only he understood her
broken notes of sorrow
He wanted to be her uplifting music
To awaken the dream inside of her
The colorful butterfly once felt
like a deformed caterpillar
She can spread her wings
and confidently take flight
And embrace him
Even though she was
afraid of the height
She began to feel free
Like a single flower, blooming into
the most gorgeous garden
he’d ever seen
She allowed him to be
her sunlight and peace
To open up a love
That’s ocean deep…
© 2014 by T. Shay Williams. All rights reserved
Originally posted on saara:
this, is the shower of your blessing
the one that comes down as music
needing only something off which to sound
we hover now, on the best place there is:
on the threshold, a step away from your rain,
but not fully inside of it
only here can we truly appreciate what you send
were we immersed,
we could not see how this rain drops abundantly on every leaf,
each of which curls, bows, in gratitude
were we too far away
we could not see how this rain constantly merges with itself,
ever merging into larger course
a trickle to a stream, a stream to a river:
instinctively, we know where this merger leads
Originally posted on Shining Star:
She gave life. She is a wife.
She is a mother and she is a friend.
She is a sister a survivor to the end.
Appreciate her, we don’t dare.
Ask her worries, we don’t care.
Wipe away her tears, they are invisible as air.
She works cooks and clean.
She laughs, helps comfort, and hides her pain.
When you struggle she pulls you through
All this is she and what do we do?
Complain and create a mess.
Provide stress and leave her feeling depressed..
Push her away and ignore her advice.
Tell her she is nothing without thinking twice.
She was raped tortured and abused.
Told she was nothing and would always be used just for pleasure forget her pain.
She swallows her pride, put her feelings aside.
Does as you need in order for you to be free.
Ignores your ignorance and tolerates your flaws.
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Originally posted on Poetry in Motion:
This choice we have made ~ to be as one,
to greet one another under each morning sun.
We’ve pondered and wondered ~ even debated this move,
yet our final decision undoubtedly proves.
Our love for one another outweighs all debate,
for in you I have found the perfect soul mate.
Through the roughest of times ~ you were solid as stone,
the depth of your love, you have unselfishly shown.
I’m so thankful for you and your loving ways,
with God in our lives, we will share many blessed days.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall
Image: Free Google images
A sweet poem by Florence
Originally posted on Floresita de Luna:
my throat is sand
I’m curled up, tucked into a corner
of misery land.
coarse pink bugs
Coating my innards with viscous vermilion slime.
torturing my body like a lecherous hug.
its a long time coming.
there’s too many demons,
fevered hearts a’drumming.
as refreshing as the rain
after the drought.
To take the away the pain.
streaming in from afar.
You’ve brought me gifts,
succulents treats from the bazaar.
kind, gentle, sane.
I am blessed,
to even exist on your plane.
Waking up in a cold sweat,
eyes blind in the dark,
reality blasting my mind: water from a jet.
(why’d you only love me when you’re high)