The most self-abusive impact is that a poor attitude inhibits a reverent experience of the world. If we’re too busy lost in the noise that this form of mood creates, then we miss out on the small things that makes life so wonderful. Yes it may be raining, which challenges our temperament and commute to work, but did we admire the rainbow? Did we actually listen to the meditative sounds of the dripping water? Did we see the artistic way the water ran off that roof? What about that child that was dancing in the puddles?
