When I am miserable, nothing, not riches, nor prestige, or a change in circumstances, nothing can change my interior unhappiness.
We love to make fun of those in love, the young and the naive who view the world through rose-colored glasses.
But what about the rest of us, those of us who wear dung-colored glasses?
We should chuckle just as loudly when we realize this tendency to see darkly.
Our entrenched paradigms, and our refusal to take off our dung-colored glasses, prevents us from experiencing a new life when it is offered to us by Christ.