This is a 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 passes 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 escorted down the corridor, her attendant described the room, down to the curtain hung on the windows.
" I love it," the elderly enthused.
"But you haven't 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 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. "
Appreciation isn't a matter of taste or sophistication. It's a matter of perspective. Things turn out the best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out. The place to start is with the little things.
If you can learn to appreciate and be grateful for them, you'll appreciate the big things as well as everything in between.
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