Even when complaining (about the Chicago Cubs or anything).
I find reason to be happy. Because that’s my desire. To be happy. No matter the
circumstances. The fact. That I have a right and the know-how to complain.
That’s very satisfying. A pleasure. Sometimes. When I complain. It gets the
desired results. Not always, of course.
But there’s a 50-50 chance of success. And when my efforts fail. I’m still
happy. Because it assures me the opportunity to keep complaining. Little
wonder. I’m in a happy state of mind. Almost always. And when not. It won’t be
for long. Happy thoughts keep bubbling to the surface. –Jim Broede
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