Live In The Now

A man may have a hundred children and live many years; yet, no matter how long he lives, if he cannot enjoy his prosperity and does not receive proper burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he (Ecclesiastes 6:3 NIV).

In my dream, I looked over the property with jealousy. The sparking pool invited a dip, but the yard was empty. I walked through the thirty-eight room mansion. The decorations were of finest jade and only authentic collectors' art hung on the walls. But no one was there to view it. It was if the whole of the scene were a showcase that none inhabited. And I thought just before I woke, what is the sense of it? Yet, I live my days wishing I had more—more success, more possessions, more free time. If I didn’t have to go to work in the morning, I’d take a daily walk in the park. If I didn’t have to cook three meals a day, I’d read more. Instead of looking at what I have and enjoying the job and the husband, I complain of what I don’t have. For what end? Wishing for more or better negates the pleasure of what is already possessed. I want to learn to live in the now and be grateful. I may never be able to afford a cruise, but I can snuggle up with the man I love and watch a movie. How wonderful is that!