From time to time I stop my mind, purposefully, to reconsider that which I think I recall and those things that I think I think. If that is clear as mud imagine what my brain thinks of my choices in life. Some of my choices have worked out better than I could ever have imagined. A for instance is my wife who has been my partner for fifty years a few months from now. When the one you marry is a wonder you have to think of yourself as fortunate that you made at least one good choice in life. It seems like one good choice can correct a thousand bad ones when a guy humbles himself.
The reason I bring this up is that good choices have to be founded on proper thinking. Proper thinking is when a person understands that hurting others is a poor choice. Rack up enough poor choices and life becomes suitably miserable as it reacts to lousy thinking. It’s your fault, not somebody else’s. That appears to be a tough nut to crack, socially, in these times. Destruction versus construction to place it in the terms of construction. Destruction of the world is being done quite handily by us nowadays.
Then again, there are good choices and bad choices can be overcome by understanding the frailty of a poor mindset and reconstructing the mindset to one that glints in the sun. It is easier than one thinks if one reacts to poor health, poor choices, or a miserable outlook on life and corrects it. Correction is good and we all have to do it from time to time. I do hope that the miserable individuals in the teachers union will correct their miserable mindset. There is no good that comes from hurting children. That is bullying at its worst. That is a prime example of a poor mental outlook on life. Life is hard and there is absolutely no need for any of us to hurt the other. God and Jesus both taught us this from day one. Then again, you must first not reject the reality that God and Jesus are real, not some premise made up to explain why we are here. Finding those two is the healing process of a poor mindset. Healing comes not from man, but from above. A lesson it took me years to get through my thick skull.
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