Ray's musings and humor

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.

Thich Nhat Hanh:



I really like what I read in an excerpt from an article by Robert Holden. He said we should look for happiness! Here is what he wrote:


Perception is a choice! Who is right, the cynic or the optimist? Do you think the cynic is right? Or will you vote for the optimist? The point is, the cynic and the optimist are both right! Perception is a choice. Be careful what you look for because you will find it! Perception is projection: you see what you want to see. If you are looking for one more reason why you’re in the wrong job, you’ll find it. If you’re looking for one more reason why the world is out to get you, you’ll find it. Similarly, if you look for happiness, happiness finds you.


Choose consciously what you are looking for today. You will see a difference if you are willing to see things differently. Outlook determines outcome.

Judging by our day-to-day conversations with friends, family and colleagues, no one is happy, no one is successful and no one is having a good time. "How are you?" we ask, when we greet one another. The replies arrive thick and fast: "Not bad", "Not so bad", and "Not too bad". Some people, more creative, say, "Could be better", "Could be worse", "Bearing up", "Oh, so-so", "Fair to middling", "Hanging in there", "Surviving", or "Can’t complain".


How about that! I call this type of inane conversation "Not-so-badder-itis". It is like a "near-life experience", as opposed to a "near-death experience", in that there is no happiness, no sadness, no commitment, no nothing. In our fast and furious world, where no one appears to have the time to engage in mindful conversations, "Not so bad" has become a learned response, a type of social shorthand. It’s quick, it’s easy, and we have no idea what you are talking about!


Celebrate the "good news". Sit down, right now, and make a list of ten "successes" you have had in the last week. Yes, ten! They are there if you look for them. For the next seven days, I want you to sit down each evening and make a list of 5 successes you have had for each day. Affirm and acknowledge your successes, your joy, your good fortune.


Good advice? You bet! I believe that we find it way too easy to overlook the small wins that we all have each week. For some reason they often seem overshadowed by even the smallest disappointments. I wonder sometimes if we have been trained to want everything to always be perfect to the point that we are blind to all that is good in our lives.


People spend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idle dreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed to search was within.

Ramona L. Anderson


I’m Only Mature

Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.

From my purchase this chap took off ten percent.

I asked for the cause of a lesser amount;

And he answered, "Because of the Seniors Discount"


I went to McDonald’s for a burger and fries; and there, once again, got quite a surprise.

The clerk poured some coffee which he handed to me.

He said, "For you, Seniors, the coffee is free." Understand—I’m not old—I’m merely mature;

But some things are changing, temporarily, I’m sure.


The newspaper print gets smaller each day, And people speak softer—can’t hear what they say.

My teeth are my own (I have the receipt.), and my glasses identify people I meet.

Oh, I’ve slowed down a bit…not a lot, I am sure.

You see, I’m not old…I’m only mature.


The gold in my hair has been bleached by the sun.

You should see all the damage that chlorine has done.

Washing my hair has turned it all white,

But don’t call it gray…saying "blonde" is just right.


My car is all paid for…not a nickel is owed.

Yet a kid yells, "Old duffer…get off of the road!"

My car has no scratches…not even a dent.

Still I get all that guff from a punk who’s "Hell bent."


My friends all get older…much faster than me.

They seem much more wrinkled, from what I can see.

I’ve got "character lines," not wrinkles…for sure,

But don’t call me old…just call me mature.


The steps in the houses they’re building today

Are so high that they take…your breath all away;

And the streets are much steeper than ten years ago.

That should explain why my walking is slow.


But I’m keeping up on what’s hip and what’s new,

And I think I can still dance a mean boogaloo.

I’m still in the running…in this I’m secure,

"I’m not really old…I’m only mature.


Always do right. This will gratify some people, and astonish the rest.

Mark Twain


She said: When our dryer broke, my husband set to work. He found the problem quickly and, since he needed to replace the belt, decided to repair a cracked knob and a broken hinge too.

Upon arrival at the Sears parts counter, he said he needed a belt, knob, hinge, and a crescent-shaped wire he’d found inside the dryer. He didn’t know where it belonged, but he confidently assured the clerk that he could figure it out once he got into the job.

"I have the other parts," the clerk said, "but for the wire you have to go to Lingerie. This is an underwire from your wife’s bra."


A loyal friend laughs at your jokes when they’re not so good, and sympathizes with your problems when they’re not so bad.

Arnold H. Glasow


After waiting more than an hour and a half for her date, the young lady decided she had been stood up.  She changed from her dinner dress into pajamas and slippers, fixed some popcorn and resigned herself to an evening of TV.

No sooner had she flopped down in front of the TV than her doorbell rang. There stood her date.

He took one look at her and gasped, "I’m two hours late . . . and you’re still not ready?"


"You can always tell a man who is a non-conformist, because he looks just like every other non-conformist."


Max Levy goes to his doctor complaining of aches and pains all over his body. After a thorough examination, the doctor gives him a clean bill of health. "Max, you’re in excellent shape for an 85 year old man. But I’m not a magician – I can’t make you any younger", says the doctor.

"Who asked you to make me younger?" says Max. "Just make sure I get older!"


Forgiving means to pardon the unpardonable.

Faith means believing the unbelievable.

And hoping means to hope when things are hopeless.

G.K. Chesterton


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

 Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana, USA

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