What would life be like if we treated it more like an adventure?

What if we opened each day like it was a present that sat under a tree just a few weeks ago.

How much fun did my children have shaking the presents and wondering what new delights awaited them when the time came to unwrap the present?

My oh my, why do we not relish the day we live in more often.

Why do we stew about things that could have been?

Why do we keep our hearts out too far in the future that we can feel the thumping of the blood as it courses through our veins?

Why don’t we live in the moment more?

It amazes me how often my two-year-old daughter laughs.

Squeals of laughter come from her belly ten times, maybe 100 times more than they come from me.

Simplicity captures her attention.

She can become enamored with a cardboard box.

Remember those days when the cardboard box could be anything my brain could imagine.

It was a car.

It was a robot.

It was a rocket ship.

It was a castle.

It was a teleportation device.

The world seemed larger than life and the possibilities were endless.

What happened to the days of childlike wonder?

Does life have to be so serious?

“There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all.

Fame! You’ll be as famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t
Because, sometimes they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times
You’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
’cause you’ll play against you.

You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul.
On you will go
though your enemies prowl.
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl.
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)


be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea,
You’re off the Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!”

Thank you Dr. Seuss!!

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