I feel so sorry for the cynic. His cup is always half empty. If people are nice to him he suspects ulterior motives. When they are not nice, he feels persecuted. Rainbows, sunsets, spring flowers, Kindness, grattitude, compassion. He lets them all slide past Without appreciating their beauty. Cynicism does not let him enjoy his life And sinks him into a morass of despair. Eventually … Continue reading Laughter is the best medicine. Joy is the best therapy.