The luxury of a negative thought...

I don’t know if I should call it a yearning for more, or what, but I often allow myself the luxury of discontent, and general anger in a desire for MORE. Albeit that I don’t have an unfortunate life in any way, shape or form, relatively quite the opposite. It bemuses me that people in really quite destitute and almost hopeless situations are never ever, negative, or unhappy, they have such a great hopeful outlook on life.

I mentioned before that I sometimes (far fewer than I should / would like to) go out with the “Changing Our World Foundation” supporting them in the great work that they do in Obalande, and one thing I have noticed is that these people are extremely happy, and content. It will take a long time to forget the first home that I went into, to give out food, It was the home of an old guy, it was just one room, It contained his bed at the far end, An ‘antique’ sofa in the middle, a coffee table, and on the opposite end a stove with kitchen utensils, dotted around the one (very small room) were the sum total of his belongings. Yet he was the happiest old man ever. Speaking to him, and just watching his body language, he was CONTENT.

It begs the question, is negativity and discontent a luxury?

(Don’t say it, Cheesy Picture, I know)

Xoxo.