The Nirvanic View

I woke up this morning with a full-blown case of Monday Morning Blues and then, to make matters worse I did not have enough time to meditate for as long as I usually do since blues or not, I was late in waking and had to get up and prepare for work.

It feels like death and destruction is rampant, everywhere you turn there is news of someone you know that has died or some disaster, natural or manmade has occurred and for a person who stopped listening to the news for a few years now, if I am still hearing things, then the noise level must be very high.
You can feel the energy of people, depressed, stressed, despondent, unhappy and it emanates from them and wraps around out you like three-day-old cabbage soup. You then end up feeling just like the energies that you are absorbing.

So this morning I decided to wear my summer shades. The frame is shiny pink and the lenses are rose-tinted, giving everything I look at, a nice, welcoming glow. I needed the reassurance today that everything was going to be as I saw them and not as they wanted to be seen.

We all need to have a pair of rose-tinted glasses so that when things around seem to be going downhill in a square barrel, we pop on our shades and view them differently. I mean, given the things are already going downhill anyway, our best bet to change how we view the result at the bottom.

What good that can come out of this situation?
What lesson can I learn?
How can this challenge help me to be a better person?

By the time we begin searching for answers to questions like these, we are well on our way to experiencing a different outcome and before you know it, the view from your spit-shine rosy lenses is nirvanic.