There is, in the desert, a bird that soars above all the day long, looking for something dead, or dying, upon which it can eat.
There is in that same desert another much smaller bird that flits about among select cacti, alighting, and extracting nectar from the blossom upon which it dines.
Same environment. Same conditions. They both find what they're looking for.
I read the above decades ago and made me realize that if I fall into the trap of looking for the bad in anything, I'll find it every time.
OR, I can look for the good and extract that from it.
I try to do the latter, but sometimes I fall short.
Andre
