Who are we kidding? Life is not a bowl of cherries, it's more like a bag of rotten grapes. Okay, fine, so once in a while there is a cherry, but while you're eating it, someone else is slogging through a quagmire of spoiled grapes hoping to make wine, only it's rancid.I bring you this sour, dour news after just a brief foray into the outside world this morning. What I learned is that things are bad all over, and not just in my own Plavix-ridden body where the slightest tap on my skin results in a swollen, angry, multi-colored bruise worthy of Mike Tyson -- either in or out of the ring. No, my problems are nothing compared to the horrors other people endure and which are documented ad nauseum on varying platforms by the media, including deaths of entire families, devastating fires of biblical proportions, child molestation by priests and pediatricians, stabbings of innocent tourists by terrorists and sexually inappropriate behavior towards women by seemingly every man alive.
The moral of the story which I tell myself daily and try to remember: Happiness is like a hummingbird. One minute it's suspended right before your eyes, flapping its little wings faster than the speed of light, then you blink and it's gone. Then it's back and hangs around for awhile -- maybe long enough to snap a photo -- but then it's gone again. Enjoy it while you've got it and don't waste time bemoaning the fact that it's fleeting. Recognize that you are happy right now, and quit your bellyachin' about the gloom and doom waiting in the wings. There's always plenty of time for tears, so don't taint the good times with the bad.
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