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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.