To-day I can complain because the weather is rainy,
or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
To-day I can grumble about my health,
or I can rejoice that I am alive.
To-day I can whine because I have to go to work,
or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.
To-day I can murmur because I have to go to school,
or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new bits of knowledge.
To-day I can lament over all that my parents didn’t give me when I was growing up,
or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
To-day I can cry because roses have thorns,
or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
To-day stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped,
and here I am the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.
What to-day will be like is, with God’s help, up to me.