H.L. Mencken said, “Genius is the ability to prolong one’s childhood.”
I’m no genius, but I’m still attempting to achieve forever young and emulate Peter Pan by at least retaining my natural goofy and silly streak. I thrive via a good imagination, relying on creativity. Neither my husband nor I wish to grow up, grow old, grow grumpy, addled, or aggrieved, so we strive to refresh our minds, bodies, and souls, always learning, so as not to be stagnant and stuck in the good old days, adamantly judging the current state of people, places, and things.
If we’ve had such a curmudgeon in our sphere, we’ve tried to steer clear. I’ll bet you do, too.
After all, when you’re able to forge a career path you love and marry the man you adore, you are obliged to put cynicism aside and adopt an attitude of gratitude instead.
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. Own the day. Do your best. Cultivate gratitude, give thanks continuously. Finish the day and be done with it.”
Isn’t that splendid advice? Hidden within the statement is have no regrets.
The regrets that occasionally float across my mind often focus on reparations unmade à la a 12-step program. However, I find that the people are minor characters in my life, ones that I’ve never seen or heard from again. I’ve been able to address major characters in my life to our mutual satisfaction – even via deathbed profession once.
Mencken said, “The older I get, the more I admire competence.” That goes for me too. Thus, I always try to be my best, ever and always and forever.
I’ll bet you do, too.
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