Happiness or Misery — You Choose
There is a story of a 92-year-old lady who was moving into a nursing home.
As she was being wheeled down the corridor, the attendant began to describe the room.
“I love it,” the old woman gushed.
“But you haven’t even seen the room yet,” the attendant reminded her.
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied.
“Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged.
It’s how I arrange my mind.”
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