Some of you probably wish I would lighten up.
Be one of those who blithely post pictures of
food, dogs, or cute kids. Somehow I've become
a reclusive curmudgeon who only complains.
Hence one might assume that I don't appreciate
the little things in life. And that rather than see
the good I'm consumed with all that's wrong.
Which might be a fair recap of my blog's output
for the last few years. However in truth, I'm an
optimist. In that I try to always see the good in
all things and... people. Yet at times being able
to maintain a positive outlook is much easier
done then said. Hence I rarely write about it.
Years ago a friend suggested that my faith in
mankind was for naught. If history teaches us
anything it's that she was probably correct.
Human nature tends to be a magic formula
for disappointment. However those who do
the wrong thing are in truth the exception to
the rule. In that most of us do our best. Along
with a few heroes who surpass expectations.
So why don't I focus on those who inspire?
I guess it's my need to define, discuss, and
defuse other's negative influences. Hence
my often feeble attempts reset our course in
order to avoid what is naturally inevitable.
That said - once I get things off my chest -
i.e. written a blog - I move on to better things.
Which is the little things in life. Yesterday the
sunrise made me think pink. While the sunset
gave me a glow. As does my frequent video
chats with my granddaughter. Or a new video
of my grandsons in Chicago. And oddly, the
simplest tasks like polishing silver brightens
my outlook. Finally theres the joy of sharing
everything with the one whom I love. All of
that good proving that life isn't as bad as one
might think. So what am I complaining about?
In reality nothing. I'm just sorting things out.
