I’m always going to have a full set of problems. I have a full set of unresolved problems now, I had a full set six months ago. But the thing is, I can’t remember what my problems were six months ago. And in six months I probably won’t remember what my problems are today. They’re unimportant. I make them important in my mind.
On a good day, maybe I’ll get three new problems but get rid of five. On a bad day, maybe I’ll get five new ones and only get rid of three.
The secret of life is to be happy even with unresolved problems.
This morning I was sitting on my beautiful back porch, in the beautiful perfect weather, eating my cereal, thinking how my life sucks. Work sucks, my boss is unreasonable, I think nobody likes me. I’m a bad pet owner because the dogs are misbehaving. Once I start negative thinking, it tends to snowball. I sometimes only look at the problems, not the goood stuff.
There is a lot more good stuff in my life than bad. A whole lot more. I have a fantastic girl, who is my best friend, I have a great job in a great place. I go to the beach and snorkeling during lunch and after work. I ride my scooter and can smell the young tourist girls perfume as I ride by. My life is a privilege. There is an infinite number of good things, and very few bad. But only seeing the bad can ruin my day.
People are good or bad because of the things they do, not because of how they feel. All I have to do is work hard, be nice, do the best I can, and keep a clean conscience. It doesn’t matter how I feel, it matters what I do.
Most of the time I am happy, but today I kind of have the blues.
And look at the good stuff, while I’m trying to eliminate the bad, which is the same thing as trying to resolve my problems.