Same set of situation, variety of readings.
In Vietnam, if you ran into a funeral, it’s luck.
Wow! Positively positive.
The deaths live on in the family, albeit high up on the altar.
Part of one another forever.
Unlike in the US, health care for all is health care for none (shut down).
Here in Vietnam, the recycle mentality is quite ingrained: even in the soaking rain, I saw a lady wearing rain gear, picking up a plastic bottle. Not sure how much she earns from the act, which Bill Gates once said he wouldn’t be bothered.
And those with legs cut off would ride their manual cart to sell lottery tickets.
Those who won a lump sum often spent it all in one place.
Those who sell those tickets keep on with their daily grind.
Positive begets positive.
A butterfly flapping its wings. A dog “saying goodnight” (It’s a Wonderful World).
A stanza of Samba by the Santana.
Even Requiem by Mozart, written for his own funeral. All positive.
Or Steve Jobs and his I phone, I tunes and I pad.
Or Tom Clancy and his much-anticipated publication after his death.
George Harrison has a song called “What’s life” and “My sweet guitar gently weeps”.
Play it on your rainy day?
Life will get you at your least suspected moment.
Up to you to spot that rainbow and the starfish.
Or succumb to the Rashomon Effect. When in doubt, stay positive. And not just positive, but positively positive.