Seeing Stars © Tré Inc. 2012
Last night I dreamed that a man in a tuxedo was tossing bouncy balls at me. About thirty would come flying at a time, and as they fell toward me I was filled with so much joy. Smiling, I tried to clutch them all to my chest. I would grow sad for the ones that fell through my fingers. As I bent down trying recover the ones that got away, the man said to me, “Those are lost to you. Catch and hold onto as much as you can. Do not worry about the rest, they don’t matter.” My sadness slowly faded as I realized this was a metaphor for life. It’s easy to focus on what we lose, opposed to what we gain. With armfuls of happiness being tossed at me, I let go of what was lost, tucked in the hem of my shirt, and started stuffing the bouncy balls down the front. I awoke feeling happier. I hope all of you feel the same, and hold on to the happiness life tosses at you. The rest . . . doesn’t matter.
