It is the simplest of things that bring us the most joy, I think.
A handshake from a good friend or a pat on the back seems to be at the top of my list for things that help make me feel good.
An old friend of mine once said about this subject that no one was promised they would always feel good or be happy.
Therefore, he said, he just accepted feeling bad and suffered through the melancholiness.
Some see it differently from him; they take pills to deal with the anxiety or in more extreme situations they self-medicate themselves with alcohol.
Personally, I like to be happy as much as possible.
I struggle with political correctness most of the time.
I’m not sure if I am supposed to open the door for someone, especially for a single young women, in fear that I will be criticized for being a male chauvinist, when all I thought I was doing was being polite.
By the way, I had that happen a couple of times and have since been very gun-shy of opening doors. I will say that around these parts, however it is not the issue that it is in big cities like Atlanta and New York.
I tend to shy away from national politics as well. Seems I’m becoming a dying breed. I’m one of those who will vote for whom I feel can do the best job, not necessarily the one that makes the most noise.
Many of my views over the years have changed; some have not.
I still don’t like to be around obnoxious people, especially those who have an air of superiority.
There is not enough time left in my life to deal with those kinds of people.
I see things from the perspective now of having been there and seen it.
I understand the plight of the small business person who has to make a payroll and pay taxes. I can’t help it, it is in my blood.
Probably the most damaged part of my perspective comes from the hard knocks in my life.
I want to trust people, but I have found few have really earned that trust over the years.
People will let you down, my mother warned me when I was a young man, and sadly her comment has proved to be more right than wrong.
My friend Jack Wingate summed it up one day when he told me that a man was lucky if he lived his whole life and had a half dozen real friends.
I think he was pretty close to being right.
I’ve made a lot of choices in my life and some have turned out to be bad choices.
That is what life is really about, I believe, the choices we make.
There have been things that have happened to me that I had absolutely no control over. I did not deserve them nor did I in some cases earn them.
But, they happened.
Things happen for a reason, I heard my mother say often.
There have been many times I would have argued with her about that comment.
I really didn’t see in some of those situations where there could be a valid reason for it happening.
There is one thing I do not understand about people.
How can someone want me to see their side of an issue if they are not willing to see my side.
It befuddles me. As the old saying goes, “What is good for the goose is good for the gander.”
Personally I believe that is the downfall of our society.
Another old saying fits what I think the best: “It is hard to see the forest when you cannot see beyond the tree in front of you.”