Happiness is Practiced, Not Pursued.

Tranquility is not a place on a map,

Not a thing you can only achieve with a trendy new app,

or a 6 month deal, half off on the media

that you read, hear, or watch to establish mindful criteria.

I’m writing this as a PSA to myself,

so for you, my way might not be the best way,

But I prefer to close my eyes at any time or breathe deeply

instead of pointing at my calendar, looking forward to my ‘best day.’

Destination addiction is the baseline of the rat race,

the ‘pursuit of happiness’ is a road to nowhere but an exhausted, sad place.

Happiness is a state of mind. You can’t search for, dig up, and literally ‘find peace,’

rather, find some time to unwind,

just a few seconds to reset your second-guessings,

Devote some time to breathe, and watch your fears melt, anxieties evaporate, wash away your stresses.

The outer battle goes on, and even if you didn’t ‘get it all done,’

when peace of mind is the mentality you practice,

No matter the battle, the war is already won. – RSM

A Cool, Quiet Mind.

Stare it down,

like your destination is already the place that surrounds you.

Stare it down,

the farthest part of the road ahead that you’re walking down.

Step by painful step, carry on, and adversity will give in,

for you are the one who will triumph;

Adversity is just the means to your ends, the road taken toward tranquility.

Patience, restraint, a cool, quiet mind-

these will turn the very obstacles that block your way into weapons you wield at the wicked, and unworthy.

Stare it down – the path, as you walk – and see how fast it begs to get out of your way. – RSM

Bossa Nova and Chill

(Inspired by The Night Has A Thousand Eyes by Paul Desmond)

– for the sophisticated couch potato in me.

A glass of Trader Joe’s finest bottle of Cabernet Savignon (and cheapest!)

along with a freshly mixed bag of my own trail mix,

a romantically frugal evening draws to a close.

 

Bossa Nova Radio serenades us,

as a soothing saxophone sends sensual sounds swimming along my spine,

showing my shoulder blades the same song.

It’s a toe tap from a couple of generations back – slow, but provocative;

a smooth, rhythmic invitation to relax with the classics,

to emit some elegance out of that nice sound system of yours.

A mellow contrast; a painting amidst photographs. – RSM