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Life and Lemons...

"If life gives you lemons, make lemonade."

Joan Collins made this quote and it's my all-time favorite. Figuratively, what it means is when you have problems in life, make the best out of it. Though what problems Ms. Collins (who is a rich, British actress) could have beats me. Maybe on the day she came up with this quote, her make-up man didn't come on time or one of her films bombed. Whetever. Point is, if she could have worries the size of lemons, you and me should have some, at least the size of grapefruits.

So, let's talk about issues. What? You say you don't have any worries. If your personal life is impeccable, at least go and grab some public issues - global warming, coming elections etc. please. Back to earthlings like us who seem to have a lifetime supply of lemons - what's your personal style when problems come your way ? If you are in a tight corner, which requires a lot of work from those grey cells, what would be your immediate gut reaction?

If you're a die-hard optimist, like me, you'll air your share of cursing in a general direction (well, we're not saints) and then nod your head and go "Ok. Fine. That's life". In those lines. Start working on how to salvage the issues that have been dumped on your royal head. Give your best shot at it and see if that'll create any positive outcomes. That is, get started on squeezing those lemons and hoping to see some lemonade by end of the day. "Hope" being the keyword here.

What'll be your reaction if you're a pessimist? I don't know, so i'll start guessing wildly here. Maybe you'll curse lemons and its entire citrus family, complain about how unfair life has been? Tell yourself that you are doomed and no matter how hard you try, things are going to be a disaster. That is, do nothing with the lemons or worse, maybe eat them up. Yuck. Anyway, "gloom" being the keyword here.

So, folks, that's my pscho-babble so far (Hint: there'll be more in the future). You don't belong with both these groups, you say. Well, that's fine, but why are you getting angry? Stop, don't throw those tomatoes at me. Ok. That was very mean of you, but because i am an optimist and always think positive, i'll pick those tomatoes up and go make some soup for myself.

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