Of the day; happiness is a gift of the wish to you this day.

The distance between starting and success is measured by the obstacles I place in my own way.

 

In a field of Wheat a single seed starts a journey not feeling the touch of the sun, yet does it burst forth, It is not until the mid summer breeze then does it feel companions,  it is past the cut of harvest the milling of its gift, not until the burn of the oven does it each its goal.

 

Alas even form the seed unto the oven was it blind.

 

The same is true with the goal of change of which we are blind; the gift we give today is not the goal but the moment of the journey perceived.

Of the day; happiness is a gift of the wish to you this day.