I just heard for the first time of an Indian poet who died in 1941, Rabindranath Tagore, and am very taken by the way he shares his wisdom.
I plan to study up on him more but for the moment, I will meditate on this one:
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky"
As life passes over me, I have come more and more to believe firmly that Joy is easily within our grasp but we often fail to see it.
If only I could get all the younger people to know this truly in their hearts so that minutes, hours, days, years would not be wasted wishing/fearing for what is not, for what could have been, for what might yet be.
To many colorful sunsets!