One quiet whisper of bad news
Rings several decibels louder
Than a hundred stories of hope.
It is far, far easier to dwell on what we lack
Than cherish what we have,
To stay up at night, recalling offenses
Than taking a moment to say ‘I love you’.
Disappointment will never be in short supply
Yet there is also vast beauty we overlook daily.
Spirals into negativity are notoriously destructive
But a moment of generosity can tip the scales for a lifetime.
Every day has it’s share of mercies and injustices towards us;
For the sake of your own heart
Why not dwell on the mercies instead?
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.