Some days are tougher than others.
Some days are disappointng.
Some days seem unending.
Some days are heart-wrenching.
And yet … is it possible to somehow, someway, discover good in those tough, disappointing, unending, heart-wrenching days?
If we choose to look for the best — yes. If we choose, as Emerson says, to “write it on your heart that every day is the best day,” then that inscription guides our hearts and minds.
What kind of best can we look for?
The best in others. The best in ourselves. The best around us. The best waiting for us in the future.The best that we’ve been blessed with in the past — and then we pull those memories forward to today and trust with all our hearts that today can be, will be, and is the best day of the year.
In Your Words: What have you written in your heart already about today? How are you going to rewrite today so that it ends up being the best day of the year so far?
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For some reason, a line from Kipling is running through my mind. I think it’s from “On The Road To mandalay” –
“Ship me somewhere east of Suez, where the best is like the worst…”
Today is going to hurt, and hurt horribly. I’m nearly doubled over as I write this. It’s hard to see a ‘best’, but when I look to Kipling, what I do see is an even-tempered heart.
“Sun-faced Buddha, moon-faced Buddha”; thus spake a Vietnamese monk dying of cancer.
The best and the worst are really one; the stone the builders rejected became the cornerstone, and the days that sparkle work together with the ones of dun colour and gritty substance, to raise the house in which we invite the Lord to meet us.
Not sure if I am making sense; but I think I said what I intended to say.
I just talked to a lady who lost her husband August 2, on their 69th anniversary in an automobile accident. So I decided today is a good day, indeed! And I think that needs to be my attitude every day.