As my regular readers know, I quite like some of my spam comments. This one, when reading the first line, made me laugh.

Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you’re stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there’s a peanut butter cup or an English toffee. But they’re gone too fast and the taste is – fleeting. So, you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you’re desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.

But it got me to thinking. First of all, I would have left the peanut butter cups and the English toffee, since they’re not my favourites at all. I much prefer the hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, myself!

And I was talking to S yesterday afternoon, after our lesson. And we were talking about luck. And I was trying to explain that, as you will know, dear reader, I think I am very lucky in life but that, depending on how you look at it, so is she. To be honest, most people are quite lucky. There are many things that fill us with happiness and contentment. They may be little things; they may not seem very important in themselves but they are the peanut butter cups or the teeth-shattering nuts in chocolate – depending on what you like.

We should all be very grateful for the good things we have for tomorrow is another day and might bring something not so welcome.

Today is a good day.