Keeping yourself happy is an art. Being bright and cheerful often requires effort.
The Privilege of Living.
There are some who live without any design at all and only pass in the world like straws on a river, they do not go they are carried.
Life must be measured by thoughts and action not by time. It certainly may be bright, and ought to be bright interesting and happy.
If we do our best, if we do not magnify trifling troubles, if we look resolutely not at the bright side of things, but at things as they really are, if we avail ourselves of the manifold blessings which surround us; we cannot but feel that life is indeed a glorious inheritance.
Few of us realize the wonderful privilege of living or the blessings we inherit, the glories and beauties of the universe, which is our own if we choose to have it so. the extent to which we can make ourselves what we wish to be or the power we possess of securing peace of triumphing our pain and sorrow.
Each of us as we travel the way of life has the choice according to our workings of turning all the voices of nature into one song of rejoicing, as of withering and quenching her sympathy into a fearful withdrawn silence of condemnation into a crying out of her stones and shaking off her dust against us.
FOR A BAD MOOD IS A SELFISH INDULGENCE.
The Privilege of Living.
There are some who live without any design at all and only pass in the world like straws on a river, they do not go they are carried.
Life must be measured by thoughts and action not by time. It certainly may be bright, and ought to be bright interesting and happy.
If we do our best, if we do not magnify trifling troubles, if we look resolutely not at the bright side of things, but at things as they really are, if we avail ourselves of the manifold blessings which surround us; we cannot but feel that life is indeed a glorious inheritance.
Few of us realize the wonderful privilege of living or the blessings we inherit, the glories and beauties of the universe, which is our own if we choose to have it so. the extent to which we can make ourselves what we wish to be or the power we possess of securing peace of triumphing our pain and sorrow.
Each of us as we travel the way of life has the choice according to our workings of turning all the voices of nature into one song of rejoicing, as of withering and quenching her sympathy into a fearful withdrawn silence of condemnation into a crying out of her stones and shaking off her dust against us.
FOR A BAD MOOD IS A SELFISH INDULGENCE.
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