#57: Bliss in Hand

Is Worth Two Hopes in the Mud

Not so long ago my daughter went for Hope and got kicked by Bliss.

Wait! This is a true story.

At the time of this story, my daughter was caring for abused horses. One day, as she walked to a new arrival called Hope, she moved past a horse called Bliss. Bliss took offense to the attention Hope was getting and kicked my daughter, who landed in the mud.

Ouch! Kicked by Bliss going for Hope.

This got me thinking. How often do we not make the same mistake! We look to hope when bliss is right here.

We count on hope for a better future and we ignore bliss in the present. Then we are surprised when we land in the mud of the moment.

From now on, I will lavish attention on bliss right here and let hope take care of herself. As they say in the classics, bliss in hand is worth two hopes in the mud.

Welcome to my side of the nonsense divide.