Walter Mitty Fantasy Page

Wouldn’t it be fun to fly like a kite or an eagle?

Wouldn’t it be fun to run out in the rain, and play in mud puddles, like we did when we were kids?

Wouldn’t it be fun to get to sleep late for a month and still keep your job?

Wouldn’t it be fun to have the quiet stillness of a snowfall, to be in a snowfall state of mind, and enjoy the laid back pace that comes with it?

Wouldn’t it be fun to go back in time, and date all those you thought were neat people in high school that you thought would not give you the time of day?

Wouldn’t it be fun to relive your favorite birthday party, and this time, really blow out all the candles yourself?

Wouldn’t it be fun to be a huge tree and have the sun on your face, the wind in your leaves and the birds singing on your branches?

Wouldn’t it be fun, when you stand in a checkout line and the clerks are talking among themselves about their date life from register to register, as if you were not there, to fire them on the spot?

 

Wouldn’t it be fun to be on the cover of a magazine and have your face and body touched up like the celebrities do?

Wouldn’t it be fun to sit in a spring garden and have all those you have ever loved sitting there with you for a day in time?

Wouldn’t it be fun to run up a hundred stairs after we are fifty and not get winded?

Wouldn't it be fun to have the Sunday paper seven days a week and take the leisurely time to read it?

Wouldn’t it be fun to have a mandatory, fully paid for vacation at the beach, mountains, or your choice of an exotic place, as part of your company benefit package?

Wouldn’t it be fun to be a pet Persian cat, if only for a day, not have any hairballs, and be aloof and treat those around you like they are your staff?

Wouldn't it be fun to tell someone who is lying to you, they are in fact lying to you, even if it is someone who has control over your paycheck, and you do not lose your job?

Wouldn’t it be fun to be a castaway on a deserted tropical island for a day?

Wouldn’t it be fun to think of your job as working for yourself, but that you just work on someone else’s schedule, because after all, you do keep your paycheck?

Wouldn't it be fun to have foggy days to enjoy the haze but have no car accidents?

Wouldn't it be fun to have the youthful bodies we had in our twenties, all the way to our seventies?

Wouldn’t it be fun to make a list of all the happy things we can think of, and look at the list whenever we are blue?

Wouldn’t it be fun to be on a sailboat with the warm breeze on your face anytime the world was crowding into your space?

Wouldn’t it be fun to be a pet dog, if only for a day, who is loved, groomed, fed, and whose only concern is when to look cute, take a nap, play, guard the fort, and look out the window and let the sunshine on your face?

Wouldn’t it be fun to just take a vacation with no plans, no need for a complicated wardrobe, to just drive until dark and stop wherever you are and do the same for two weeks until it is time to go home?

Wouldn’t it be fun to take a day off with pay and go sit anywhere you wish with a jug of wine, a bottle of soda pop, a thermos of coffee, or a gallon of sun-made ice tea?

Wouldn’t it be fun to make a list of all the things we would want to do in our lifetime and then do them one by one until the list is done?

Wouldn't it be fun if you could really sit on a cloud and float above the ground like a magic carpet?

Wouldn't it be fun for a day to be your favorite bird singing in a tree?

Wouldn't it be fun to sit on a hill with your favorite picnic foods and watch both the sunrise and the sunset?

Wouldn't it be fun to get to take a nap for two hours every afternoon?

Wouldn't it be fun to eat your favorite ice cream everyday for a month and not gain a pound?

Wouldn't it be fun to sit by the water and play a flute and have your cares melt away?

Wouldn’t it be fun to hide from the world as your favorite seashell for a day, on a beach in the warm sun when we need some time alone?

COMES THE DAWN

After awhile you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't mean security,
and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises,
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
and learn to build all your roads
on today because tomorrow's ground
is too uncertain for plans, and futures have
a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine
burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate
your own soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.

Author Unknown

Love isn't like a reservoir.
You'll never drain it dry.
It's much more like a natural spring.
The longer and the farther it flows,
the stronger and the deeper
and the clearer it becomes.

Author Unknown

On Risking

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing our true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams, before the crowd is to risk loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try at all is to risk failure.
But to risk, we must, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The Man, the Woman who risks nothing does nothing -- has nothing -- is nothing.

Author Unknown