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You Can Dwell in Hope or You Can Dwell in Pity...But You Can't Do Both

Monday, July 24, 2017

It's not that warriors never fall. Sometimes we drop our swords and fall to the ground in tears. We hurt sometimes but we don't dwell in it. We continue to show a brave face to the world. The difference is that warriors know that it's temporary and after a rest, we rise to fight the next battle. We know there is always hope. There will be joy again. As a quote I heard says...'If you breathe, you fight.'

Too often I see people dwelling in a pity party and looking for others to commiserate and validate their pity party. Being negative and miserable is a sure fire way to drive people away. I challenge you to look deeper and find out why you are not being more positive. Only you can change your life...no one else is going to do it for you. If you don't like where you are, change it. Look for people who motivate you...not those that commiserate the negativity. Better yet, be a motivator! You will reap more than you sow.

Below is a favorite poem I discovered a few years ago. It speaks so well of the difference between positivity and negativity. So, laugh, rejoice, feast...your world will change for the better. Otherwise, you will dwell in pity and see people turn away. Just know, you have the power to choose the life you want...stop the self sabotaging. You can choose to be a warrior. Pick up your sword and become the storm...

Solitude

BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.






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