"Realize that true happiness lies within you. Waste no time and effort searching for peace and contentment and joy in the world outside. Remember that there is no happiness in having or in getting, but only in giving. Reach out. Share. Smile. Hug. Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself."
This morning I couldn't sleep. I woke around 2 am with ideas of a story running through my mind. See, years ago I wrote a short story with a young girl named Ida Belle as my main character. I was never happy with my words, promising myself that someday I would go back and try again. It was thoughts of Ida that I woke to, finally giving in and jotting a few sentences down on a notebook by the bed, hoping if I did this I could go back to sleep. I could see Ida in my mind more clearly than ever before. So strong was the imagery that I felt I could almost reach out a hand and touch her brown hair. She was a bit different this time. A little older and she walked with a cane. How strange, all of it and strange that Ida is still with me. Part of me wonders if I should delve a bit deeper into this idea of working on Ida's story while the other tells myself that it is all a silly notion.
We all have these sorts of thoughts, don't we? Things we would do if only there were a bit more time in each day. Or if we believed we could and not be afraid to try.