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So? Which is it. Is your glass half full or half empty?
In case you’re one of the three people left alive in America that have never heard this phrase, let me ’splain.
The glass of water is a metaphor for life. Well, more specifically, how you look at life. If you see the glass half full, then you’re probably leaning to being an optimist.
If you think the glass is half empty, then you’ve probably got pessimistic tendencies.
I think which view we have of the glass is a result of our choices. We can choose to see the glass either half empty or half full. Granted, most of us have probably made the same choice so many times that it’s become habit…but even when we started down the path it was a choice. Sometimes not making a choice is a choice too.
But it’s a habit we can change. When something rotten happens in my life, I can make the conscious decision to focus in on the positive aspects of the situation. When I do this, it makes it easier to be optimistic the next time crap happens.
And of course, the opposite is true also. Anytime I look at the dark side of life, well, it makes it easier to find the problems in the next situation that comes along.
I think I’ll choose to look at the brighter side of things. Here’s why:
Negative people are no fun to be around
It feels better to be a positive person than a negative person.
Negative people are no fun to be around.
It’s better for my health not to stress out over things I can’t change.
Did I mention negative people are no fun to be around?
Now don’t misunderstand. I’m not talking about walking around wearing rose colored glasses. Being apathetic and ignorant about the “negative” things that happen can have deadly consquences.
I’m talking about the folks that walk around in life with a “wo is me…” attitude. An attitude of “my life is sooo hard…” We all know them.
Where I grew up in Virginia, we had a neighbor…her name was Ruth. I say was because I think she’s probalby dead now. She was old when I was growing up. But heck, when you’re ten, anyone over 30 is old…so maybe she wasn’t that old afterall.
But she always struck me as a “glass-half-empty” type person. She hardly ever smiled. I only remember her speaking in a tone that basically said “my life is soooo hardddd….” “I’m soooo tired….” Well, you get the idea.
I nicknamed her Eeyore. Maybe it was mean, but that’s the way she appeared to me.
Nothng was ever OK
Everyone was stupid or doing stupid things
Did I mention she was no fun to be around?
There’s an old Indian story I like.
An old Indian was talking to his grandson. He told the kid that we all have two wolves in us fighting. One wolf is good…the other wolf isn’t. They’re always struggling for control.
The little Indian kids eyes got wider and bigger. When grandpa finished the story, the little kid asked him, “Which wolf wins grandfather”?
“Whichever one you feed,” replied the wise old Indian.
I’ll catch ya later. I’ve got a good wolf to feed and my coffee cup is half-empty…no really, it really IS half empty.