I did this for years. I expected my life to change but it didn’t. Each day brought about some kind of disappointment. There was always a question of the weather. It would either be too hot or too cold. It would be too rainy and wet. When it was hot, there was always too much humidity. I was never satisfied with the weather.
Then, there was the activity of the day. I would either have too many chores and too much work to do or I would have nothing to occupy some of my time and I would get a bored feeling.
I had opinions about every subject. When I listened to music on the radio, the songs were not to my liking. I looked at my closet and could not find clothes I liked. I would grumble about having to work in the yard and garden (usually because it was one of those days that was too hot and humid).
On and on the days went. I complained my way through my teenage years and right on into adulthood. When I taught school, I found many more things to stress over and complain about. I had hoped to change the world as a teacher. When I found myself teaching fifth grade, I wished for younger students. When I found myself transferred years later, it was not to younger students but rather to older students. I complained that they did not listen, that they did not do homework, and that they were disrespectful. (All of that was true, but the complaining did not change it.)
It was after I was retired and had the time to read and pursue the life I wanted to that I found answers to my complaints. The answers were in my reactions to the world around me and to the events that found their way into my life. If I was ever going to have a peaceful life, I had to pursue a peaceful way of thinking. With my books of inspiration and motivation at hand, I began to shift within myself and came to a bright conclusion. All of the answers were to be found within me. The answers presented themselves when I began reacting differently to the events and the world around me.
As I currently contemplate events and life, I find that when someone asks me how my day is going, I more often than not will answer, “Perfect.” Now, are my days perfect? Not in the way you would imagine. They are still fraught with sometimes too much work and sometimes boredom. There are still some that are too hot to suit me and some that are too cold to suit me. The answer, however, lies in how I react. I find that my days are indeed perfect, perfect for me. I accept them all as they come and don’t question them. I now realize that we all live in the present and that the present will pass into a new awakening and that will pass into yet another awakening.
Now when someone asks me about how my day is going, I respond, “Perfect for me,” and I mean it. These days with all of their imperfections are perfect days, perfectly wonderful because that is all I focus on anymore. You can have perfect days too if you only decide that each day, regardless of events, is YOUR perfect day.
Something To Ponder