Choices

You can choose what kind of day you're going to have.

Choices:

You can complain because the weather is rainy, or you can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.

You can feel sad that you don't have more money, or you can be glad that your finances encourage you to plan your purchases wisely and guide you away from waste.

You can grumble about your health, or you can rejoice that you are alive.

You can lament over all that your parents didn't give you when you were growing up, or you can feel grateful they allowed you to be born.

You can cry because roses have thorns, or you can celebrate that thorns have roses.

You can mourn your lack of friends, or you can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.

You can whine because you have to go to work, or you can shout for joy because you have a job to do.

You can complain because you have to go to school, or eagerly open your mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.

You can murmur dejectedly because you have to do housework, or you can feel happy that you have shelter for your mind, body and soul.

The day stretches ahead of you, waiting to be shaped. And here you are, the sculptor, who gets to do the shaping.