There is an island fantasy
A “Someday I’ll” we’ll never see,
When recession stops, inflation ceases,
Our mortgage is paid, our pay increases.
That Someday Isle where problems end,
Where every piece of mail is from a friend,
Where the children are sweet, already grown,
Where all the nations can go it alone,
Where we all retire at forty-one,
Playing Football in the island sun.
Most unhappy people look to tomorrow,
To erase this day’s hardship and sorrow.
They put happiness on lay-away,
And struggle through a blue today.
But happiness cannot be sought,
It can’t be earned, it can’t be bought.
Life’s most important revelation,
It’s the journey that means as much as the
Happiness is where you are right now,
Pushing a pencil or pushing a plow.
It’s knocking on doors and making your calls,
It’s getting back up after your falls.
It’s going to school or standing in line,
Tasting defeat, tasting the wine.
If you live in the past you become senile,
If you live in the future you’re on “Someday I’ll.”
The fear of results is procrastination,
The joy of today is a celebration.
You can save, you can slave, trudging mile after mile,
But you’ll never set foot on your “Someday I’ll.”
When you’ve paid all your dues and put in your time,
Out of nowhere comes another Mt. Everest to climb.
I have decided Today to make it my Vow,
To take “Someday I’ll” and make it NOW.
Shared/Recited by Ken Purcell, Written By Dennis Waitley