I found this little gem on Goodreads:
“A rose lay open in full bloom
and, looking from my garden room,
I watched the sun-baked flower fill with rain.
It seemed so fragile,
and such a silence filled the air,
the beauty of the moment caused me pain.
"What more?" I thought. "There must be more."
As if in answer then, I saw
one weighty drop that caused my rose to fall.
It trembled, then cascaded down
to earth just staining gentle brown
and, since then, I've felt different.
― Julie Andrews, Home: A Memoir of My Early Years
Why is it that you spend so much time expecting more instead of focusing on the simple things in life that make you happy?
This post was inspired by Jake's Sunday Post challenge: Simplicity.