Let the end of August be a reminder to us all to stop waiting for life to begin, to stop waiting for happiness. There’s no need to wait for the holiday, to wait for retirement, to wait for the weekend. This is it! This is where life begins, and there is absolutely no other time than now to be happy with ourselves and the lives we have.
Do enjoy these precious days. As Mary Oliver said in her beautiful poem, The Summer Day:
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?