I found a poem on the Internet that expresses most of what I believe ..........
The Choice Is Mine.
I welcome this new day.
It is mine to shape and to mold.
This is a new day, mine to use, to fill, to live as I see fit.
How it unfolds is up to me.
The choice is mine.
I can be miserable, or I can have a great day.
I can doubt, or I can have faith.
I can feel depressed, or I can express the joy that is inherent within me.
I can wallow in self-pity, or I can help someone in need.
I can accept defeat, or I can strive to succeed.
I can fear, or I can trust . . .
myself, others, God.
I can complain about aches and pains,
or I can affirm God's perfect life within me.
I can dwell on loss, or I can seek new interests, new joy in living.
I can criticize others, or I can accept and bless
them, and enjoy happy and harmonious relationships.
I can harbor old grudges, or I can forgive.
I can speak of lack, or I can affirm God's never-failing supply.
I can give up, or I can make a fresh start.
I can go it alone, or I can depend on God.
My happiness, or lack thereof, depends upon my attitude.
The choice is mine.
Author Unknown
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