One of my patients, a successful businessman, tells me that before his cancer he would become depressed unless things went a certain way. Happiness was "having the cookie." If you had the cookie, things were good. If you didn't have the cookie, life wasn't worth a damn. Unfortunately, the cookie kept changing. Some of the time it was money, sometimes power, sometimes sex. At other times, it was the new car, the biggest contract, the most prestigious address. A year and a half after his diagnosis of prostate cancer he sits shaking his head ruefully. "It's like I stopped learning how to live after I was a kid. When I give my son a cookie, he is happy. If I take the cookie away or it breaks, he is unhappy. But he is two and a half and I am forty-three. It's taken me this long to understand that the cookie will never make me happy for long. The minute you have the cookie it starts to crumble or you start to worry about it crumbling or about someone trying to take it away from you. You know, you have to give up a lot of things to take care of the cookie, to keep it from crumbling and be sure that no one takes it away from you. You may not even get a chance to eat it because you are so busy just trying not to lose it. Having the cookie is not what life is about."

  My patient laughs and says cancer has changed him. For the first time he is happy. No matter if his business is doing well or not, no matter if he wins or loses at golf. "Two years ago, cancer asked me, 'Okay, what's important? What is really important?' Well, life is important Life. Life any way you can have it, life with the cookie, life without the cookie. Happiness does not have anything to do with the cookie; it has to do with being alive. Before, who made the time?" He pauses thoughtfully. "Damn, I guess life is the cookie






  We always seem to want those things we don’t have. Moreover, we are often convinced that if we had those things we want so badly, we would finally be happy.


  Welcome to Faith Radio Online-Simply to Relax, I’m Faith. The truth is that happiness is an attitude. It’s not something created by outside circumstances, but instead is completely within your control.


  Nothing will give you a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness, unless you cultivate happiness consciously. Below are some simple yet specific steps you can take to cultivate happiness.


  Be grateful

  Create a sense of gratitude for what you have, for what is working, for what is wonderful and sweet in your life. A morning or evening gratitude list, written each day, can do wonders for helping you feel grateful.



  Take care of yourself

  Identify the small things in life that make you feel good, and do one daily. A short walk, a few minutes of writing in your journal, a short meditation, watching the sunset…whatever, will improve your outlook on life.



  Read inspirational material

  It helps to be reminded of positive thoughts and positive attitudes. Get a small book of positive, inspirational thoughts and keep it by your desk. Read one or two thoughts each day.



  This is Faith at Faith Radio Online-Simply to Relax. Is the glass half empty or full? Life works better when the glass is half full regardless of your life status. 这里是Faith主持的Faith轻松电台。你的杯子有一半是空的呢,还是满的?不管你的生活状况如何,生活可以更美好,即使你的杯子只装满了一半。



  glories of the storm


  it begins when a feeling of stillness creeps into my consciousness. every thing has suddenly gone quiet. birds do not chirp. leaves do not rustle. insects do not sing.


  the air that has been hot all day becomes heavy. it hangs over the trees, presses the heads of the flowers to the ground, sits on my shoulders. with a vague feeling of uneasiness i move to the window. there, in the west, lies the answer - cloud has piled on cloud to form a ridge of mammoth while towers, rearing against blue sky.


  their piercing whiteness is of brief duration. soon the marshmallow rims flatten to anvil tops, and the clouds reveal their darker nature. they impose themselves before the late-afternoon sun, and the day darkens early. then a gust of wind ships the dust along the road, chill warning of what is to come.


  in the house a door shuts with a bang, curtains billow into the room. i rush to close the windows, empty the clothesline, secure the patio furnishings. thunder begins to grumble in the distance.


  the first drops of rain are huge. they splat into the dust and imprint the windows with individual signatures. they plink on the vent pipe and plunk on the patio roof. leaves shudder under their weight before rebounding, and sidewalk wears a coat of shiny spots.


  the rhythm accelerates; plink follows plunk faster and faster until the sound is a roll of drums and the individual drops become an army marching over fields and rooftops. now the first bolt of lightning stabs the earth. it is heaven’s exclamation point. the storm is here!