The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-03-09
CURE FOR che BLUES.

Ills Is my lnUrmlly, out l. VIII IL
member the years of the right hand
Of the Most High.-Psalms 7I:10.
That was an honest confession, and
one that proved to be good for the soul
of the man who made it. Asaph, the
singer of this song, had had bad
spell of the blues. He was nervous,
sleepless, fretful, full of vague regrets
and Querulous complainings. He had
reviewed the whole troop of his lmag-
mary miseries, and wound up by won
dering wllo.her God really cared any
thing about him. One might well be-
lieve that ne had been taking in alto
gether too many social functions.
Whatever the cause, he had come to
an exceedingly disagreeable condition.
Despite the fact that many suppose
that saintliness is never fully achieved
unless the whole nature be soured, 1t
still remains true that of all the blights
upon this earth, few are more con-
trary to the will Of God OF love
and sunshine than the disposition that
abides in the chronic blues. 1t lives
on regrets for the good things that
might have been and dreadings Of the
evil things that yet may be. 1t is
either complaining or criticislng. Their
gall enters the hearts of such people
They look within and see nothing but
bitterness; they look without, and the
film over their eyes colors their whole
world, until they lose faith in God
60 low a
blame on their circumstances, or,
worse yet, on what they call an "All
Wise Providence" whom they imagine
to be as bitter against them as they
are against the world.
This attitude soon becomes fixed.
Unconsciously it is cultivated. Then
friends and members Of the family
turn with loathing from the atmos-
phere of chronic pessfmism; the
habitue has become cuttlefiSh among
| his fellows, only emanating floods of
inky misery. He wonders why things
do not come his way; why business
| associates desert him and troubles as
sail him more and more. The truth is
that imaginary troubles tend to be-
come real, and fortune never smiles
on a man who turns a sour face to-
| ward her.
But there is remedy. Asaph began
to cure himself when, instead of say
ing, All things are against me-" he
said, This is my infirmity," my fault;
am enough to turn beehive sour.
His cure was almost perfect when he
said, II will remember the years of
the right hand of the Most High"
The cure for the blues is simple, then.
First, own up TO it that the largest
part of your miseries comes out of
your own mind, out of your distorted
views of things. Then begin to thank
God for his goodness, call to mind the
many things for which YOU should be
grateful.
To remember our mercies is TO bury
our mseries. There is lot of good
In this old world and they get it who
go for it. There is something good
In every man; the best people find the
best in people. After all, our lives are
determined not by the things about us,
but by the things we invite into U.S..
II is impossible to keep that man blue
who persistently looks for the bright
side of things, or to keep him poor
or sad who is affording a welcome to
every good thing, every happy, cheer
ing thought. Soon the man who lives
like that gets SO busy keeping track
Of his own and other peoples happi-
ness that he forgets to think whether
he is happy or not, just as healthy
man forgets to count his pulse or his
Inspirations. So, if you are tempted
to feel blue, remember it is a sin to
nurse your sadness; 1t is a duty to
cultivate happiness.