Amo a Vida!
I once knew a man who was paralyzed form the neck down. Bedridden, emaciated, and a burden to his wife and family. Yet he was always positive, amicable and happy. Once his wife said incredulously that he didn’t want to die. He yelled at the top of his frail, high-pitched voice “Amo a Vida” (I love life!)
Every once in a while I think of him… I complain too much. I couldn’t as for much more out of my life. I have an amazing wife (she’ll argue–don’t listen), beautiful kids, I work at a great job with excellent coworkers. I’m proud of the way I was raised, and everything I want I eventually get.
I wonder why we feel such a need to vent our frustrations. ..the first response to come to mind is that it’s better than bottling them up. But why do we hang on to them at all? We either swallow the canker, or we spread it around. I want to come home from work and say, “Today was a rough day. But guess what! I finally got my inbox cleaned out, we made a really big sale, and our meeting went well”
Our days are as bright as we make them.