I think that I shall never see…

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

~Joyce Kilmer, “Trees,” 1914 (Quote Garden)

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Or is it something akin to being stuck with push pins again and again and again…?!!! I have come to the conclusion, that when it comes to being happy in life, it needs to start with where I am right now. Not what I had before or what I want to have tomorrow.

So I’ve decided that whatever I’m working on today, whether I’m paid or not, I need to find whatever joy that task encompasses.

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