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I have a ‘Worry Chair’ and sitting in it is part of my daily routine. It wasn’t my idea, but the result of a group brainstorming. A bunch of middle-aged ladies at a weekend retreat, painting, talking, drinking, eating, and laughing. That’s when the concept was born.
What? Be grateful for negative things? Seriously? What’s the point of this nonsense?
No, I’m serious.
Not knowing what’s going on in the world is not an option
but watching the news feels more like a daily downer.
It doesn’t inform but gives us another talk show we never asked for.
I am married to Mr. Negative, which is a good thing because I am Mrs. Positive and we balance each other out. My husband’s negativity amuses me, but sometimes it’s a bit too much, then I have to remind myself that my husband’s behavior is to be expected, my endless optimism, on the other hand, is not normal.
To become old and wise at an older age, you first have to be young and silly first. I was young and very silly but not just that, there were times when I was arrogant and full of myself, phases when I thought I know it all. I looked down at people, not a conscious choice I made, it just happened. The arrogance of the youth.
If you can read these lines, then you have the incredible pleasure of existing, and you have the privilege to enjoy living on this beautiful planet. The few billion years before that, unfortunately, you were absent. There wasn’t even our fantastic earth and as far as the remaining eons are concerned, life most likely will continue without you.
Great people will always be mocked by those
Who feel smaller than them.
A lion does not flinch at laughter coming from a hyena.
A gorilla does not budge from a banana thrown at it by a monkey.
A nightingale does not stop singing its beautiful song
At the intrusion of an annoying woodpecker.
I want to tell you this story about the two brothers—small boys—one of them a confirmed pessimist, and the other a thoroughly “blooming optimist.”
The father of these boys had tried in every way possible to equalize the natures of the boys, but with no success at all. So, when Christmas time came around he was very careful to purchase for the pessimistic one everything in the line of toys and outfits that he had at any time expressed a wish for. In the stocking of the optimistic youngster, he put only a dried out horse-apple.