When life is good, like it has been lately, I wish that I could gather up all of the happiness I feel and put it in a jar. I would store it in my kitchen and save it for a day where life isn’t so beautiful and laughter doesn’t roll off my lips with such ease. I would be able to take it down in the darkest of hours and spread it on my toast, peanut butter and joy, and then let the memories of a better time fill me up.
It is what I feel, exactly… I couldn’t express it in such beautiful words though, so I’m borrowing Ventisette’s.
I’m moving out on Thursday to another part of the city. I’m gonna miss this big international house filled with laughter, sunshine and happiness…
“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson