**an interesting post I made on Facebook this morning. It might resonant with some of the people on here, so I thought I would share.
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Watching The Walking Dead today....the woman who was in charge (like mayor) of the city of "Alexandria" was wounded when the zombies got into the city. She was with Rick. He helped her get back into one of the homes...
as she was being nursed by another character...the nurse noticed bite marks on her abdomen. When Rick noticed, his face changed...and the "mayor" noticed. She then looked down and saw that it wasn't a simple wound, but rather a zombie "bite mark".
Her response....."Oh Shit"
Some moements are "oh Shit" moments...or as the GREAT minister & leader, Annette Jones, once said to me....
"John, Sometimes things just don't work out".
and I will add:
no amount of "positive attiude", prayers...optimism or denial will fix it...sometimes the lemons are rotten and will NOT make lemonade no matter how much sugar you add...
Those are "Oh, Shit" moments. When you can relax and enjoy fate.
On an interesting aside...so many posts now talk about "less is more" and how not having "clutter" will make you happier...and that you "can't take the stuff" with you when you die. At this poignant moment in my life...I will tell you my "things" ...my "clutter"....my "stuff" have brought me SO much more joy and happiness than you can imagine. Every piece brings back memories...reminds me of friends dead years ago...and make me feel GOOD. I'm so lucky to have always been happy. But I will say at this time of my life where HOSPICE is on speed dial in my phone....these things have been there for me much more than my actual living friends...they are there in the quiet hours of the morning....in the long shadows of early evening....Trust me...don't believe that you can find happiness by having an empy house....You'll find happiness by searching for it inside yourself...and every piece of clutter will spark joy in your heart if you're not so worried about a little dust forming on them. I'll go further to say that at this late stage of my life...learning about "stuff" and still collecting...STILL is what makes my heart sing. That and gardening. I fell down yesterday in the garden...flat on my ass (and it hurt). I had to wait for someone to help me get up...but after sleeping last night...I was out again this morning trimming some of my Ginger plants....enjoying being close to God.
Don't decide if you're happy because you smile so great in pictures on facebook when you're out for dinner with friends. Decide if you are happy if. you wake up in your bed...with no one talking to you...and you're happy. If you're all alone eating a bowl of soup in your kitchen....if you're watching a show you waited almost 12 years to start (for me, it was "The Walking Dead")....and you realize you waited to the exact perfect moment for the show to resonant to YOU.
Life is Beautiful. Shit happens.