When I was a youth of 20 or so I took girlfriend of mine named Noel to Myrtle Beach South Carolina for a week's trip.  She had a girlfriend along too and a friend of mine arrived on day 3 to hang out with Noel's girlfriend... But I digress.

It was on this trip I learned that the way I saw the world was different.  It was good, it was rosy.  My families’ friends owned the motel we were staying at and we often sat in the office behind the front desk to chat up how our day went or just talk about life.  Their son was and is my age and we got along great together.  One night we roamed in and I was wearing a pair of very funky glasses.  They were perfectly round and had many shades of red.   I even remembered where I bought them... Zipperhead on South Street in South Philly.   Noel and I are sitting and talking to the owner, Bobbie.  She says to me, "Lars, you are looking at the world through them rose colored glasses." In her distinct southern draw.   At first I say, "Yeah... they are fine aren’t then?"  She answers... "No, I mean you."  I stopped and smiled, "Thanks."

I've always remembered those rose colored glasses.  Sometimes I think I should buy another pair.   If only to capture that youthful exuberance and give my self a reason to smile.  Now I'm not saying my life is bad etc...  I have my hardships like anyone else.   But the fact is life is what you make it.  And more than that, life is how you live it.   You can lay down and take your crappy hand and whine about it, or you can watch how the other players play their hands and learn from the ...   more »