“Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.” Fyodor Dostoevsky
A bit of inspiration for the day.
NYC is such a public place. We all sort of partake of each other’s joys and sorrows. I think I have talked about this before. When you step onto a train, you might celebrate with someone who is loudly proclaiming his or her joy, or you may witness a few tears. Eyes bouncing to and fro, unsure of whether to give privacy or sympathy.
Whatever character you find yourself being today, think about all the blessings you are grateful for, and the ones you might have forgotten. Gratitude changes everything. Let us find happiness at every step. Remember, God loves you with a love more profound than any love you extend toward anyone. His love will keep you.