Loosungitest

Mul on uks tuttav kes alati raagib ulivordes. Paike alati paistab, koik on ime-imeline, mina olen kalis-kallis-kallis ode, toit viib keele all, ahhh mis ohk.... Jne, jne, jne. Halba paeva temal ei ole. Minu teada. Lahutas hiljuti, kusisin murelikult et kuidas ta vastu peab. Vaatab etteheitvalt otsa ja utleb: Aga miks sa ei kusi kas ma olen onnelik? Kusisin. Vastus: Vaga. Ole roomus minu yle. Ja tuli valja et sai uue tookoha ka aga siis ytles et isver ma tean et ma olen fantastiline, aga ma ei tea kas ma suudan olla nii fantastiline nagu neil vaja..... Anyhow, mina vana kyynik loosungite najal ei aja ja mul taiesti on vahest paha tuju ja narv krussis. Aga see siin oli armas.

Take twelve fine, full-grown months; see that these are thoroughly free from old memories of bitterness, rancor and hate, cleanse them completely from every clinging spite; pick off all specks of pettiness and littleness; in short, see that these months are freed from all the past—have them fresh and clean as when they first came from the great storehouse of Time. Cut these months into thirty or thirty-one equal parts. Do not attempt to make up the whole batch at one time (so many persons spoil the entire lot this way) but prepare one day at a time.

Into each day put equal parts of faith, patience, courage, work (some people omit this ingredient and so spoil the flavor of the rest), hope, fidelity, liberality, kindness, rest (leaving this out is like leaving the oil out of the salad dressing— don’t do it), prayer, meditation, and one well-selected resolution. Put in about one teaspoonful of good spirits, a dash of fun, a pinch of folly, a sprinkling of play, and a heaping cupful of good humor.