This morning, I watched a video of Nick Vujicic, a man born without limbs, who has a really great outlook on life– joking and playing with a drum machine as he spoke to a group of young people. I love the point he makes about getting up, literally and figuratively, and about hope and happiness. I’ll admit that I sat here in my kitchen watching the video with teary eyes because I admire Vujicic’s outlook so.

I’ve noticed something lately about hope and optimism and culture, our culture specifically. There is a incorrect connection, I think, between being honest about a given situation, and being perceived as happy. Unfortunate circumstances do not negate happiness, and at least in my worldview, a sad feeling doesn’t eclipse hope or overall happiness.