A Sense of Accomplishment

I must be cleaning the office, I'm blogging twice in one day. I just emptied out an OLD old filing tupperware of mine and came across a picture of me graduating from preschool. Ha! Look how cute and little I was. Same crazy, wavy hair though.

More importantly, I felt like the smartest kid in the world that day. I could write my name, say the alphabet, I knew what a Stegosaurus was, I had it all. The happiest people in the world are children. I know, I know...THIS coming from someone who refers to children as "two-leggers" and pretends to vomit every time I see one. However, I appreciate their sincerity. Their willingness to view the world with new eyes every day. Their imagination. And their unbridled sense of accomplishment at completing tasks we take for granted as we get older (singing a song, making food, running, etc.).

The happiest people in the world are those who don't even know about Xbox 360, plasma TV's, or million dollar houses. It's the people who are surrounded by and appreciate the love all around them. The people who can sit and stare out at the ocean for hours. The people who (like the joke about the yogi) open a gift box to find it empty and joyously exclaim, "Just what I always wanted! Nothing!".