November 18, 2015 by Karl
As I look out of the window, the rain is beating against it and I can barely see outside.
Today is a very strange day, I’m not often affected by the weather but the past few weeks we’ve had nothing but rain – and I think I’m growing a little tired of it.
To lighten my mood, I’ve been listening to music, writing, drawing and thinking about the things I’m blessed with:
A roof over my head
Electricity & gas
So what is it that makes us feel these things aren’t enough?
I think a lot of it has to do with our desire for a better life, our belief the grass is always greener.
It reminds me of something I heard once…
If the grass is greener on the other side – tend to your own damn lawn.
It makes me think of a miserable old man sitting in a rocking chair on his patio, complaining about the state of his grass compared to his neighbours.
His neighbour waves across to him while he mows the grass, while the grumpy man looks on with jealousy. Not realising that he too could have a pristine lawn, he just doesn’t want to work for it.
Even recalling the story makes me smile.
I try not to look at anybody else’s life with envy because I understand most people worked hard to get where they are, and I have the ability to choose my own path.
The key to happiness is choosing to be happy as things are right now, with the knowledge that everything else is a bonus. I’ve always understood life can always be better and we have the power to make it so.
I wrote a silly poem in around 2001, I’d like to share it here…
It’s called – The Ant in His Pants
The ant in his pants did rant and rave –
that to his queen he was but a slave.
The curious weasel advised the ant,
who looked quite humble in just his pants:
To put on a suit, walk with a cane
and wear a monocle; which the ant thought insane!
But he gave it a go, and true as I stand,
the queen, in marriage, asked for his hand.
It came to pass that the ant and the queen,
lived happily, or so they’d have you believe.
But the one thing the weasel declined to foretell,
was the one thing which made the poor ant’s life hell.
How does a colony sustain its size?
The ant declared with tears in his eyes,
that he is father to a million more.
Dejected, defeated and feeling quite sore.
Compared to this, life was a walk in the park –
now his poor testicles glow in the dark.
Spare a thought for our six legged friend as he cries.
And if he asks, advise him…
The grass isn’t always greener on the other side.