I seldom appreciate fowarded email. I only read those from my sister or from certified smart-asses who would gag at the thought of sending If-you’re-my-friend-send-this-back-to-me messages.
Well, while clearing my Inbox of clutter, I saw a forward (so it’s a noun now?) which was about some 97-year old fart in a nursing home who apparently uttered some brilliant words of wisdom. (And you would think the dude’s senile, living off a tube.)
Anyhow, what he purportedly said caught my attention. It is exactly how I view happiness (not so obvious, is it?). Exactly how I want to explain to other people that my happiness is a decision.
Well, I’m running out of time coz my mom’s waiting for me downstairs, so here goes…
"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged … it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do."
Okay, ‘nuf said. Gotta run.