From the last few days, I investigated the idea that whether I had a good day, a bad day, or a great, wonderful day was mostly up to me. If I tried to create for myself a great day, one thing I could do was serve others, have my focus outside of myself rather than within myself. I proved that mostly yesterday.
But I also know that even when I decide to be outgoing, service oriented throughout my day, even when I strive to control my thoughts, those Satan puts into my mind, I am still going to have those ugly days, those depressing days, and those where I want to give up, scream and yell, and go to jail, not passing go, and living in jail for they have three square meals a day there.
So as I wonder about the idea that I can create myself a good day, or just take what comes and see how I react, I question the purpose of mortality. The Brethren preach that there will be totally awful days mixed with the great ones. When those days come, the question is how I respond to them. Do I react, or act? Do I complain, or practice enduring and developing faith.
I guess that is the purpose of this privilege of mortality. We must decide how we will accept each day, either chosen by us, or having to endure by us. We choose to be happy, sad, frustrated, peaceful, short circuited, crushed, or flying through the midst of whatever comes.
Dreams, visions, and such are to help us realize that there are possibilities greater and wonderful that we can work toward no matter the hill to climb. I believe that is one of the reasons Elder Holland suggested that we have dreams and visions and work toward their realization, to have a wonderful, sought-after utopia that we can imagine in our mind, and that will help us endure whatever uglies come our way.
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