"Are good things happening because I'm happy, or because I'm happy, good things are happening?"
--Jim Blow
We've all heard--and if you haven't, I'm telling you now--that attitude and outlook is everything. There's a myth, even, that our mood is more powerful than can imagine.
The idea is, that if you are happy and optimistic, you'll see events as happy, and only see the best side of an event. If you only see the best side of the event, then you can only assume it's a good event. This is like saying you're brother is your favorite, when you only, in fact, have one brother.
So, it goes to say that if you're happy, happy happenings are coming your way. That's a fair assumption.
But which came first? The chicken or the egg? I mean, which came first: the mood, or the event?
It boils down to this (I'm not talking about chickens any more): Which did come first?
If the mood came first, then the scenario is likely that you're happy, so perceived said event as great.
If the event came first, then the scenario is likely that something good happened, which instituted a happy feeling.
From here it's confusing. At this point it can be either or through the next hundred events.
Thanks for reading
--Jim Blow Out
Good evening. My name is Jim Blow and I'm a humor-itarian. Listed below are rants, ideas, and flaws. Venture forward at your own risk.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Poem III
I promise I'm still a writer. But poetry is a part of that.
Sirens
Jim Blow
At the melodic call of a beckoning mermaid, sailors heads are turned.
They abandon their duties, their posts, their raid, and flock to see the beautiful mermaid.
At the rails of the ship the sailors gawk,
staring down at the beautiful sirens.
With a wink and a paddle, the mermaids mock
the land-bound swabbie's labored chagrin.
Shirking their duties, and piratical work, the mates look back to see no reward.
Unsure and peer-pressured they leap o’er the rail, their captain pleading for them not to bail.
Only now in the water do the crewmen now see,
the mermaids were lying down here in the sea.
In a quick flash the men are dragged down, knowing only too late they’re about to be drowned.
Some dragged deeper feel shame and remorse,
They regret ever having fallen off the horse.
Whether saved by their captain, or resisted their own, any survivors are, with mermaids, well-known.
So when the tempting sirens comes, see the sirens, Turn and run!
To stay on the ship, work to reap a reward,
is far better than to fall overboard.
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