This entry is going to sound cliché. It is Sunday after all, and Sunday's, by nature, are cliché, so why not embrace it? If you resist, you may find yourself entangled in a losing battle.
Let's dive right in, shall we?
The grass is not always greener, you should know. The pursuit of happiness is a mad scramble to look for those lush pastures just out of reach, but what on earth happens when you get there? Will you be satisfied?
If we merely change the wording of the original idea, we may be on to something.
Rearrange the pursuit of happiness into the happiness of pursuit. To say that getting there is half the fun is fallacy, although one of my favorite clichés as a parent. Getting there should be 90% of the fun, and that may be a conservative figure, still. As a family, and as an individual, an abundance of travel can be a significant source of entertainment...but it's that carrot dangling in front of you that makes you crave it that much more. What happens when you get the carrot? You eat it. Then you start looking for another...because the pursuit of the carrot is rewarding, and the potential reward, the anticipation of said reward, is a renewable energy source.
It is okay to feel satisfied, otherwise the potential for reward will ring hollow and meaningless...but if you sit on your ass enjoying what you have for too long, the greener pastures will become too far out of reach.
Reflect on yesterday for what it provided, embrace today for what it's worth, crave tomorrow's potential for all that it may offer. There is a chance that the grass is not greener once you arrive, but there's a chance that it just might be. Finding out isn't the point, pursuing it is.
Tomorrow, it's back to the routine for me. Back to the horribly acted play of make-believe relevance. Back to my game of hide and seek with Mitch. I feel a sense of urgency now, more so than before, to get to that carrot dangling in front of me. I have no idea what tomorrow's carrot will taste like, if for some reason I catch it, but I'm missing the point if I don't do my part to find out.
This is the perspective from someone that has just had a vacation. This sense of urgency is likely the result of someone that has just over one-hundred and fifty Jazz Hands entries to complete the hand jazzing story...the end of which should be satisfying, but hopefully a stepping stone to a beyond filled with potential. A portal of sorts, because every time a door closes, a new one opens...to be cliché.
Today's Jazz Hands wonder what's beyond...
Day two-hundred and nine complete.
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