04 Oct 2010 2 Comments
This morning as I was catching up with all the blogs I follow, a post from Cyrene of Mum In Flip Flops prompted me to write about my life’s imperfections. I’m often told that I have a perfect life. In fact, I was just chatting with an old friend last night and she told me that her and a bunch of our friends were talking the other day about how I have the most perfect life amongst everyone in our group. She said that she’s been struggling lately, thinking about why things in life are not as perfect as they should be for her as it is for me. But I beg to differ.
A happy life is not a perfect life.
So why do I have a happy life?
As we all know well, perfection is not possible in the grand scheme of life. No matter how wonderful, happy, or peaceful your life is, it’s never going to be perfect. Happy, YES. Perfect, NEVER.
The truth is, everyone has issues, and just like everyone else, I have my disappointments, unfulfilled dreams and things that I don’t want to brag about. However, I am happy because I always turn my admiration back to myself. I’m thankful for what I have, and whatever I consider important to me. Bottom line is, I ALWAYS count my many blessings! I have a very imperfect life but I’m thankful because it’s the imperfections that makes it interesting, rich, and life worth living. Those imperfections are what makes my life so beautiful and unique.
I don’t have a secret recipe for happiness. All I have is the ability to see the positive aspects of those things which, at first glance, may appear to be negatives. Even seemingly bad things have their own form of goodness. And what do I do at times when I’m losing the ability to be positive? I pray —- faith can change my seemingly negative attitude and situations around. Thus, making me believe that life is grand.