Do you murder the good in your life? I tend to go through my world expecting things to turn out right. I expect the sun to shine on party days. I expect the service people in the shop to want to help me. I expect the flowers to be blooming enthusiastically. I expect you to find something to take away and think about each time I write. I have in short become an optimist.

I haven't always been. Recently in a late night chat I realised how easy it is to destroy the good in life. The anger on my face will throttle the friendly greeting from another person even before it comes to life. My hostile view of sales people will create a defensive, unhelpful response before I have stated my complaint. My expectation of congested roads will turn me into a wrath-filled monster behind the wheel at the slightest delay. My belief in a stress filled day will incapacitate my ability to see and enjoy all the gifts that the day has in store for me.

So many people are prone to swear at the slightest provocation filling the air with abuse aimed at another human being even if the hapless victim is unable to hear the words. We complain about service, expect corruption, anticipate overcharging and bad service from companies we deal with. In short we are creating a world full of negatives and disallowing positive, wonderful moments in our worlds.

Do we believe that the world has a personal axe to grind against us? Do we believe that we need to defend ourselves against others? Do we hate ourselves and believe that the world hates us too or that we deserve pain and abuse? Maybe if we cause pain first we can justify the pain others cause us?

Please allow yourself joy.
Be a Pollyanna.
Smile at the world and enjoy the rose flowers, the leaves, the scent, the colour, the beauty, even though the bush does have thorns on it too.

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