Those who wish to sing, always find a song.
I know I have mentioned a number of times the concerns I have for those who go through life with a “woe is me” attitude. These are the naysayers, fault finders and often the storm cloud on what otherwise would be a pleasant day. I thought about them again this weekend after I read a review in a newspaper of a theatrical performance I had seen and enjoyed. In fact I enjoyed it so much that I had previously published a glowing review of my own that had been rebroadcast on the net.
I know it is not unusual for us all to have a difference of opinion, after all our tastes often differ and because of culture and experience we also relate differently to the things we see and hear. It is only natural for us to enjoy those things that exist in the world as we know it. All that notwithstanding, I still wondered about how two of us who saw the same thing could see it so differently and that is when I started to suspect that I knew why it might be that way.
As I thought about it I decided that some of us have dominant positive tendencies while others have negative tendencies. I base this on observing folks who search for flaws and things to criticize. Often their ability to identify something that might have improved what they saw became more important than appreciating what they did see. These people seem to feel rewarded when they can communicate their displeasure because what they observed was not perfect by their standards.
As I mulled over this observation I looked into my own behavior I decided that I am probably overloaded with positive tendencies. My focus seems to naturally be centered on what is there and not on what is lacking. In my mind all the enjoyable pieces continue to build leaving only fleeting time for fault finding. One of the secrets of my generally happy existence is the realization that what I am seeing or doing might not be the greatest thing ever but it is certainly better than the alternative. Think about it, a play that is mildly entertaining is a heck of a lot better than sitting silently at home watching another old movie. While a Steak and Shake hamburger may not be anywhere close to the quality of a Ruth Chris steak it sure beats a bowl of cereal eaten at the kitchen table.
So my friends I think I’ll become a charter member of the Society to Instill Positive Tendencies (SIPT) and concentrate on life enjoyment. When I do see a flaw I’ll do something about it if I can, if I can’t I’ll move on. I plan on wasting little time on judgmental fault finding, life is too short to waste any time searching for what’s wrong with it.
Today You Can
by Catherine Pulsifer
Today you can choose to count your blessings or you can count your troubles.
Today you can live each moment or you can put in time.
Today you can take action towards your goals or you can procrastinate.
Today you can plan for the future or you can regret the past.
Today you can learn one new thing or you can stay the same.
Today you can seek possibilities or you can overwhelm yourself with the impossible.
Today you can continue to move forward or you can quit.
Today you can take steps towards resolving your challenges or you can procrastinate.
You see today the choices are up to you in deciding what you do today.
I was walking into the casino when I passed a very depressed man sitting dejectedly on the floor by the entrance. Normally, I would have kept walking and minded my business, but something about this individual made me pause. So I stopped and asked him what was wrong. “Oh, I got problems you don’t want to hear about,” he told me. I persisted. “What kind of problems?” I asked him. He looked up at me and said, “I just got bad news. My wife is very sick and needs immediate medical treatment. I don’t have insurance and I have to find the cash to take care of her.”
“How much do you need?” I asked. “$200.00,” he responded.
I thought for a moment and then asked the guy, “Look, if I gave you the money to take your wife to the doctor, how do I know you just won’t turn around and go into this casino and gamble the money away.”
He looked up at me reassuringly and stated “Oh, I got gambling money!”
Senility Prayer: God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones that I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Louise was describing her new apartment to her mother. “Mom, you’ve got to come and see it. It’s gorgeous! Great sitting room and the bedroom is exquisite. The kitchen is a model of efficiency and the bathroom…well, all I can say is…the bathroom is out of this world!”
There was a pause, then her mother remarked, “Isn’t that a little inconvenient?”
Upon picking her up for dinner, she said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m feeling a little schizophrenic tonight.” “Good!” I said. “That makes four of us.”
Believe it, those were sad days!
In the winter of 1926, Thelma Goldstein from Chicago treated herself to her first real vacation in Florida. Being unfamiliar with the area, she wandered into a restricted hotel in North Miami. “Excuse me,” she said to the manager. “My name is Mrs. Goldstein, and I’d like a small room for two weeks.”
“I’m awfully sorry,” he replied, “but all of our rooms are occupied.” Just as he said that, a man came down and checked out.
“What luck,” said Mrs. Goldstein. “Now there’s a room.”
“Not so fast, Madam. I’m sorry, but this hotel is restricted. No Jews allowed.”
“Jewish? Who’s Jewish? I happen to be Catholic.”
“I find that hard to believe. Let me ask you, who was the Son of God?”
“Jesus, Son of Mary.”
“Where was he born?”
“In a stable.”
“And why was he born in a stable?”
“Because a schmuck like you wouldn’t let a Jew rent a room in his hotel!”
There is no failure except in no longer trying.
A woman was driving down the highway about 75 miles an hour, when she noticed a motorcycle policeman following her. Instead of slowing down, she picked up speed. When she looked back again, their were two motorcycles following her. She shot up to 90 miles. The next time she looked around, there were three cops following her.
Suddenly, she spotted a gas station looming ahead. She screeched to a stop and ran into the lady’s room. Ten minutes later, she innocently walked out. The three cops were standing their waiting for her. Without batting an eye, she said coyly, “I’ll bet none of you thought I would make it.”
There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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