These are the good old days

Worked myself nearly into delirium today, and decided to go home and do other things rather than being driven to distraction by work.

These are the good old days. Other people have them in the past, but I have them now. I see it
in the smiles and hugs I get;
in the smiles and hugs I return;
in the cool sunny breeze through my office window;
in the casual chats I have with colleagues, janitors and secretaries;
in the respect I am given when I answer questions or help others in need;
in the independance I have in deciding what I need to do with my life;
in the freedom to love;
in the freedom from fear;
in the freedom from want;
when having it, rejoicing that I have it;
when I lose it, rejoicing that I once had to have it to lose it;
in surrounding myself with kind people;
in being supportive;
in enjoying the support of others;
in cooperation;
in seeing others cooperate;
in not having over-blown expectations put on myself;
in watching children play;
in cycling through quiet parks;
in jogging a “personal best”;
in writing a robust computer program;
in successfully doing a complicated math proof;
in imagining and hoping;
and in being alive to see, think, feel and love.