I once read a book by Kurt Vonnegut. Actually, I read all of them. But I read one called God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian. Doesn’t sound optimistic, does it? Anyway, as I read the introduction, he spoke of his uncle, who had this quirk about him. Whenever he was happy, or enjoying a moment, he would verbalize it. He would be sitting there drinking lemonade on a cool day in the shade of a tree, and just blurt out, “If this isn’t nice, what is?”
I’ve lived my life by that simple story shared by a literary genius. So now I’m sharing it with you. As they say, stop and smell the roses.
I mean think about it. If this isn’t nice, what is?