A Thousand Miles of History XXIII: The mating dance
Being Too Positive Is As Unhealthy As Being Too Negative
Lately I’ve noticed something. So many people are just over the top positive. They can find something good in every single situation, no matter what. While that may sound good, I really don’t think it’s entirely good for a person’s mental health.
If you’re very positive, you expect nothing but good things to happen. Since life isn’t always perfect, bad things do happen, & when they do, overly positive people can be devastated. A realistic person hopes for the best, but also prepares for the worst. When something bad happens, they aren’t usually overwhelmed, because they knew it was possible something bad might happen.
Very positive people also can unintentionally invalidate others, which damages their relationships. Look at these typical scenarios:
- You’re recovering from a potentially life threatening illness. The overly positive person says, “At least you’re still alive!” Well, yes, but that comment makes you feel like you don’t…
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foolish
Nothing in this world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.
W. Somerset Maugham
The Razor’s Edge
A Thousand Miles of History XX: Ghosts in the wildflowers
A really good one! I would love to hike here!
A Thousand Miles of History XIX: The chapel on the Cape
Another trip … into the mists
A Thousand Miles of History X: Mist and mystery
I don’t get tired of these. Like being a tourist & never leaving my own desk.
Christ of the Sunflower
Across the dappled grass I called you
Unhurried in the evening glow
To down your tools and stand before me
In simple presence, freed of stone
And learn the language of the slow
➰
No sadness that my solar fire
Conceals the fade of life’s profusion
Far more than this awaits the gaze
That lifts the veil of summer’s end
And sees beyond decay’s illusion
➰
I gaze at you who stares at me
Called by my petalled story
For in my flower, full spread for you
And in the art of mind and eye
Lies method to renew your glory
➰
No rite attends this start of fading
Save life is brought to nature’s peak
But hear the stillness build around you
As, caught, you lose the self you carry
And into my eyes your eyes speak
➰
Now lost in red and golden moment
A stolen silence takes…
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an author’s words
Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in your head.
Paul Auster
The Brooklyn Follies
Evil
Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things.
Terry Pratchett
I Shall Wear Midnight
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