idle thoughts on a cloudy Sunday afternoon,
about what's really important in life, what
really matters.....or so it seems to me.
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United
May 17, 2020
Funny, it’s not the grand material things that bring lasting pleasure, but the small things that validate us. When we’re gone, it’s not likely we’ll be remembered for the material things we’ve accrued in this life, but for the small kindnesses we’ve extended that linger in the memory of those whose lives we touched along the way. It brings such a rush of pleasure to know, even with all the stumbles and less than glorious moments during my life journey, I have left some fond and positive memories with others. Nothing pleases me more than to be with my children and hear them speak fondly of things I did or said in their childhood; to hear an ex-employee say “If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be where I am today” or “You were a good boss” (never mind that their secret nickname for me was “Old Ironpants”!). Recently, a long-time dear friend showed me a note I’d written her long ago during a difficult time for her that she’d kept all these years. I was incredibly touched. I guess you could say my greatest pleasure is simply knowing that I mattered.