I just finished reading Og Mandino’s book, The Greatest Miracle in the World, which I adore. Then, checking my friend’s blog, I mostly spent my weekend like this. Sometimes I am hanging out with my friends, but mostly what I love to do is edit videos for my YouTube and Facebook, write a blog, and play online games. I work five days a week for eight hours a day. I’m exhausted, but I’ve done this for ten years with the same routine.
My uncle was always convincing me to quit and stay at home helping the community, but I figured out, if I stop, how about my personal needs? That is the question that always comes up in my mind—the what-ifs. My uncle’s advice was: do not figure it out; trust God, and He will provide.
I feel encouraged and amazed at the people who have the courage to leave their comfort zone and focus on building their dreams. When I see their smiling faces and their happiness, I feel guilty for restricting myself from doing what I love to do. Then I made a decision: I keep my job, I travel, I write a blog, and I edit videos. Thus, happiness is simply a matter of making choices. I don’t wait for something to happen; I make a decision, prepare myself, and then carry it out.
I have reminded myself of the story of an independent ninety-two-year-old lady who was moving into a nursing home. Since she was legally blind and her husband of seventy years had passed away, the move was her only option. She waited in the lobby of the facility for a long time before finally being told that her room was ready. As she was led down the hallway, her helper told her about the room, right down to the curtains on the windows.
“I love it,” the elderly lady enthused. But you haven’t even seen the room yet. “Just wait,” the attendant responded.
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it.” She replied. “Happiness is something you decide ahead of time.” Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged; it depends on how I arrange my mind.
To God be the glory