In Lonesome Dove, Gus (a sweet and wise philosopher) tells Lorena not to get so wrought up about the big things. “The healthy way to live is to learn to like the small, everyday things–like a soft bed or a glass of buttermilk.”
I think that is a healthy way to live. Reminds me of a little poem that expresses the same joyous sentiment. Leigh Hunt, a friend of Byron and Shelley, wrote “Rondeau” in 1838, and it always makes me smile. Does it make you smile, too?
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in:
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.