When We Are Where We Belong

When We Are Where We Belong

We ask ourselves, from time to time,
Whether we are happy or not.
But we only really know for sure
When misery takes over our thought.

Then we see, by remembering,
Wherein the difference rests.
When happy, our lives are synchronized;
Unhappy, our days are a mess.

But a simple rule can serve as a guide
When we wonder why things are so wrong:
We are happy when we have managed to be
Exactly where we belong.

And just the reverse, when life seems so hard
And we don’t know the words to our song,
It’s because we are occupying a place
Where we simply could never belong.

But the Universe is rarely in error
And will always deliver a way,
To get us back up on just the right path
Which will lead to a happier day.


Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 65-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.

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