At times we feel outnumbered in our attempts to improve the world—to brighten and beautify, to preserve and heal and do what’s best for humanity. Selfless efforts can start to feel beleaguering, discouraging, even pointless with so little support. It is at these times I remind myself that I would rather be the last Good Samaritan standing than to join the ranks of selfish multitudes creating misery.

Yes, happiness is dependent upon misery. For we all feel a swell of happiness after our circumstances improve from a misery recently suffered.

Gratitude is indeed medicine. It is the antidote for greed and misery.

I don’t want to be lonely, but I don’t want to be miserable either.

Rainy, gloomy, drab, sunless day.  There are times when hope seems entirely clouded over, when looking for the blessings in your circumstances feels like trying to catch a ray of sunshine from six feet under.

My legs swing carefree and easy as I sit here on the brink. It’s strange how they threaten to pull me down in one thoughtless moment, one desperate move to erase the last few years of a miserable existence.

Impatience is racing at misery full speed.

Never let critics pour misery into your cup.Never let doubters place hesitation in your steps.Never let cheaters plant suspicion in your heart. Never let bullies provoke fear in your chest.Never let evil pierce hatred in your soul.Never let rivals play games in your head. Never let slackers pull taut on your reins.Never let hardships put worry in your rest.

Obsessing over something that has jarred your world is called coping.