Those of us who choose to mind our own business and seek out the bright side of life are in the minority. Most people, from what I have experienced thus far, are seeking a place of importance which entails someone else looking up to them. If that doesn't work then they look for importance through complaining about their lot in life. Pride and pity abound. Those of us who accept we aren't all that important, that the world was here before we existed and will be here after we are gone, tend to go cheerfully through life looking for something good to do.
I like being happy. I make efforts in that direction daily. I strive to avoid people who act as wet blankets. I've never been fond of playing "top this" about achievements or ailments. I've had my share of both, as we all have. I applaud the efforts of those around me. It's fun to cheer others on. I laugh at myself often. I am a funny lady. Whenever I think I have grown expert at something, I trip over my own ego.
One of the secrets of aging with good humor is that somewhere along the line I stopped calling myself stupid when I made a mistake. I began saying, "Oops" and chuckling as I would if I was watching a young child. I became my own loving parent. I was too busy being patient with myself to be impatient with others.
I live among a bunch of grouchy old people, but every once in a while I do something silly and some of them smile. In that time we are bonded for a moment. I marvel at the beauty I see in their faces when they smile.
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