There is a certain girl I know, a pretty
Who spends almost her entire thoughts in pity for herself.
Her glossy tresses, raven black, cause
her to weep a pond—
She is so sorry for herself because they are not blond.
Her eyes, when dry, are very bright and
very brown, ’tis true,
But they are almost always wet, because they are not blue.
She is of medium height, and when she
sees one quite tall
She weeps all day in keenest pain because she is so small.
But if she meets some tiny girl whom she
Then that she is so big herself she sobs in great despair.
When out upon a promenade her tears she
To think she is obliged to walk while other folks can ride.
But if she drives, why then she weeps—it
is so hard to be
Perched stiffly in a carriage seat while other girls run free.
She used to cry herself quite sick to
think she had to go
Month after month to dreary schools; that was her constant woe.
But on her graduating day, my, how her
tears did run!
It seemed so sorrowful to know that her school life was done.
One day she wept because she saw a funeral
train go by—
It was so sad that she must live while other folks could die.
And really all her friends will soon join
with her in those tears
Unless she takes a brighter view of life ere many years.
The conceited girl or woman is tiresome and unpleasant as a companion, but the morbidly discontented woman is far worse. Perhaps you have met her, with her eternal complaint of the injustice of Fate toward her.
She feels that she is born for better things than have befallen her; her family does not understand her; her friends misjudge her; the public slights her.
If she is married she finds herself superior to her husband and to her associates. She is eternally longing for what she has not, and when she gets it is dissatisfied.
The sorrowful side of life alone appeals to her.
This she believes is due to her “artistic nature.” The injustice of fortune and the unkindness of society are topics dear to her heart. She finds her only rapture in misery.
If she is religiously inclined she looks toward Heaven with more grim satisfaction in the thought that it will strip fame, favor and fortune from the unworthy than because it will give her the benefits she feels she deserves.
She does not dream that she is losing years of Heaven here upon earth by her own mental attitude.
WE BUILD OUR HEAVENS THOUGHT BY THOUGHT.
If you are dwelling upon the dark phases of your destiny and upon the ungracious acts of Fate, you are shaping more of the same experience for yourself here and in realms beyond.
You are making happiness impossible for yourself upon any plane. In your own self lies Destiny.