It’s not a ploy, this Mr Nice Guy business, but it can’t be entirely true either. Most days, especially those hours spent behind the wheel, I can’t help but feel I’m surrounded by twats and terrible people. Perhaps I’m one of them too. Probably, really.
The measure isn’t who we are or who we feel we are though, but rather who we want to be and work on becoming. It’s okay to be a dick if you try your daily best not to be one.
Be not a bitter brew of beer, but a happy, bubbly glass of champagne. Be joyful. Celebrate. There is, if we open up and observe, lots to fill us with good cheer.
There are so few flowers that pass our way in this life, maybe. The weeds, on the other hand: so many, too many. It’s hard sometimes to differentiate between the two but I think, deep down, we know which is which.
The harder thing, I suspect, may be to decide and to act on weeding our life and letting it truly flower.
I give thanks for the life that I have today. I am grateful to have the full use of my limbs, the ability to speak and to listen. I enjoy touch and touching; taste wonderfully flavours; smell beautiful aromas; and yes, to see so much and understand some. (Not as much as I could, but enough. Better than none is not a bad mantra.)
I give thanks for food on the table and the roof above my head (and all my neighbours next door, above, below — thank you for being considerate and noisy at odd hours of day). I’m blessed to have a good job, a great boss, and to make enough to pay my bills. I travel. I love travelling.
I am healthy and so is the love of my life. We get to travel. We love travelling. We get to spend time together. What a blessing.
Thank you. Oh thank you very much.