Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

Truth needs not flowers of speech.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.

While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye that habitually compares everything to something better. But by changing that habit to comparing everything to something worse, even making it a game, that person can find gratitude, relief and happiness where-ever they go and whatever they experience, guaranteed!