Category: memories

I remember you

Joey Jones20 Comments

What’s a common misconception people have about happiness?

Elon Musk says, ” Whoever said ‘ money can’t buy you happiness’, really knew what they were talking about.”

I say ‘ Boo hoo, Mr Musk’.

If having a stash of cash relieves you of’ money worries’, well, I’d say there some happiness to be found there. Surely?

Happiness isn’t something you can chase,is it? You can find it in the most unexpected places and situations. And it can find you.

Happiness can be a fleeting moment, a passing phase-something you feel at breakfast, but by midday it’s gone.

Happiness isn’t something that can be sustained, but when you recognise it, enjoy it and remember it. That way, you will be able to return to those memories with clarity.

I miss you đź’ś

Joey Jones13 Comments

Share a proverb you think is completely wrong and make your case.

‘Time heals all wounds’

I wondered who in their deluded wisdom came up with that.

AI said….as they read it..

Menander (c. 342–290 BCE) — A Greek dramatist whose line “time is the healer of all necessary evils” is cited as an early form of the idea.

Terence (c. 190–159 BCE) — A Roman playwright whose Latin line “Diem adimere aegritudinem hominibus” (“time assuages human ailments”) is widely credited as the origin of the proverb’s modern form.

I will stick with the ever wise and wonderful Eleanor Roosevelt’s idea being 

‘You never really get over grief. You learn to live with it’

Bond St

Joey Jones3 Comments

Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you.

An elderly lady approached me on the busy London street. Her arm outstretched, a small posy of heather, tied with a thin lilac ribbon, in her hand.

I was her target and she wasn’t going to miss it. It made me smile. Sure, I’d buy it from her, quietly hoping she wouldn’t insist on fleecing me.

She was under five feet tall, and her navy woollen coat swamped her. He blue felt hat limp from the rain. She looked up under the rim and our eyes met. Hers watery and blue, but they sparkled still.

I asked her name, and she told me Roma, I introduced myself. The footfall was heavy that day, it could have been a Monday morning, but just for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the street.

I have no recollection of what we spoke about.But I do recall vividly being in her presence for a few minutes that day, so many years ago.

Edit… The moment I published this, I did remember one thing she said to me…and that  was I would write about her one day …whoa!