“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” – Albert Einstein
It's easy to get caught up in the everyday.
The tedious... the mundane... the repetitive motions we string together day in and day out that fashion an existence.
In so many words, stuff gets old.
But sitting back, thinking about the past year (since I am at work, I have nothing better to do than reflect), I notice a theme weaving it's way in and out of the events that spring to mind:
Luck.
Pure, unbridled luck.
I will not lie; I am not the best planner, nor do I posses any keen sense of logic or sensibility.
I act on feeling, I propel forward w/o knowing where to land.
So I cannot claim any great accomplishment for the little miracles that seem to follow me in my day to day life.
I will simple hand the credit to luck.
I have been gifted w/ an overly pleasant existence in which I am surrounded by genuinely amazing. There is always something to keep me smiling.
I find it so frustrating when I hear people complaining about their circumstances or situation.
The way I see it, unhappy is a choice.
If you are not satisfied w/ where you currently are in life, there is no where else to look but to yourself.
People who walk around miserable have no one else to blame but themselves.
If you give control of your state and emotional well being to others, than please don't be shocked when you find yourself down.
Thankfully, this is something I was able to pick up on very early in life, thus avoiding the strain of waiting for someone else to validate my happiness (thank you, Moma.)
If I were spiritual, I'd say I was blessed.
If I were superstitious, I'd credit fate.
But I run my life on a whim.
And for now, I'll just thank luck.
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