It is said that this poem was written by Nadine Stair at the age of 85. Looking back on her life, she came to realize that the times she enjoyed the most were spent in the simplest ways. And so she wrote what she would do if she had her life to live over. It opened my eyes. It's so easy to get caught up in the rush of everyday life in the race for position and possessions that we quickly forget what really makes us content.
Happiness comes from within, from family, from friends and from loved ones.
All the possessions in the world become meaningless if we have a broken heart. And lying on our death-bed, everything we own loses meaning. The only important things then are having people that care, cherishing the memories we hold of our lives and with some luck, picking daisies. May I find the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one, not even an animal.