Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on April 1, 2015 by Jan Wilberg
I strive to be ninety-six, to do the math in my head, adding my time as a child to my time as a mother, subtracting fruitless days and multiplying joyous ones, forgetting nothing, regretting less, holding my beautiful luck in my hands.
Category: WritingTags: 42-word micro-story, Gargleblaster, gratitude, Yeah Write

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Reblogged this on Red's Wrap and commented:
I love this little wee piece. It’s still true.
Wonderful!
Not sure I want to live that long…but I may feel differently when I get a little closer to it. 🙂
This is gorgeous.
Your luck looks rocky. Stay away from Vegas!
Had to share this link because this is just beautiful. I want to be this person.
I strive to be 96 too!