High on Happiness

So effortlessly the seasons change, moving in increments so small they hardly seem perceptible.  A leaf here, a branch there dons its crimson color.  And then we wake one morning, and there’s autumn outside our windows, totally ablaze with color.

All organic change happens that way, as if nature herself wrote the book on kaizen.  Tiny cells divide and divide and before you know it, there’s a baby.  Feed it and blink and it’s off to school.

No muss, no fuss.  No stuck states.  No resistance to be unlearned or overcome; no dragging its heels.   Just one little move after another, a little less this, a little more that and its morning or springtime or you have the Grand Canyon carved from hard rock.

Set your course and go with the flow, one smooth move after another.  It’s a piece of cake.  Easy as pie.  Then you wake up one morning, and you’ve made miracles.  Sounds like a plan to me.

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