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For Greener Grass: Attention Required.....

The saying may be true that the grass is always greener on the other side, but with a bit of personal attention, who's to say your own grass couldn't be the greenest in the neighborhood.

There will always be something or someone that is.... in your own opinion....better than you or what you have. This OPINION does not have to remain the concrete truth of the universe. Status and popularity are relative. And anything that is relative can most-assuredly be made to be insignificant. The only thing required is a change in mind-set or perspective.

If you are happy with who you are and where you are...then why would you allow anyone or anything to change that???

Just because your neighbor has a different/bigger television, does not make it a better television...just a different/bigger television. If the desire to have exactly what your neighbor has is so overwhelming that you stay depressed until you have exactly what he has, then you were never satisfied with your life in the first place and getting that different/bigger television will do nothing except give you the chance to brag that you have a different/bigger television. There isn't anything that the television can give you to make you feel less depressed...especially when you see your neighbor's new gaming system......

The greener grass is already in your own backyard, you just haven't taken the time to tend it and see that it is indeed green. In fact, when you think about your grass being someone else's "greener grass" then you can't help but smile.

I think Sheryl said it best.... "It's not having what you want.... It's wanting what you've got."


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