The road of life is paved with daily successes, a great number of them penny and nickle triumphs. Sadly, these little feats are often seen as worthless―even failures―because we dream of greater gain. Our greed keeps us focused on a gleaming pot of gold waiting at the end of some elusive rainbow. And, despairing a big loss, we fail to see the value in small achievements.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: success disappointment failure improvement accomplishments richelle setbacks richelle-goodrich
Many times what we perceive as an error or failure is actually a gift. And eventually we find that lessons learned from that discouraging experience prove to be of great worth.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: experience mistakes failure learning-from-mistakes errors richelle-goodrich richelle-e-goodrich
Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom—the cold, dark air—that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: rain sadness despair tears depression misery ingratitude richelle discouragement richelle-goodrich
A session of boasting won't attract any real friends. It will set you up on a pedestal, however, making you a clearer target.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: conceit pride gossip boasting bragging richelle haughty richelle-goodrich
For whatever reason, there are people we like and people we don't like. It's hard to say why, and often a difficult opinion to change. Luckily, there's no steadfast rule stating that we must like everyone. But to keep from disliking ourselves, we should develop the good character to treat everyone kindly whether or not we deem them deserving.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: kindness personalities character dislikes likes richelle richelle-goodrich preferences
Abandoned.
The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting—administered without warning or satisfactory cause.
One day the moon is yours, or so you believe. The next, his countenance transforms from Jekyll to Hyde with no intention of ever turning back, and you are left trampled upon in a deserted street, concealed by dirty fog that squelches all illumination or any hope for future rays of light.
It is the worst of mysteries why a beast considered noble would forsake his duty, exhibiting a heart of stone. And all who once looked on him, now turn down their eyes and suffer, beguiled.
Some poisons have no antidote, but are slow, silent, torturous ends that curl up the broken body swept into a cold, dark corner. There she is left to drown in her tears—a dying heart.
Abandoned.
Stichwörter: mystery misery richelle abandoned hyde jekyll richelle-goodrich
Rest assured you make perfectly good nonsense. I understand you one-hundred-percent not at all.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: sarcasm confusion nonsense richelle richelle-goodrich unclear
The power of a smile is such that even drawing a happy face on a piece of paper makes your lips turn up.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: happiness smile happy richelle richelle-goodrich
I've a habit of placing a happy-face or a frowny-face on my calendar, depending on what kind of day I've had. Often I slap a droopy circle in the box, discouraged by the things I failed to accomplish and the unpleasant encounters endured. But then, invariably, a wise muse stops to ask me these three questions:
Did your children let you hug them today? Yes.
Did you do a kind deed for someone? Anyone? Yes.
Did God forsake you today? No.
Then, my dear, despite your challenges, it was a good day after all.
Standing corrected, I twist that frowny-face upside down and smile.
Stichwörter: success happiness smile good-day richelle happy-life richelle-goodrich
I hate it when storm clouds roll in, heralded by dazzling claps of thunder and lightning that boast an ocean of tears. This majestic performance of bad temper manages to overshadow my pathetic attempts at pouting. No one broods like Mother Nature, hence she steals all the attention I was sulking after.
Richelle E. GoodrichStichwörter: rain brooding lightning mother-nature thunder storms richelle sulking richelle-goodrich pouting
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