Thoughts comprise your world

Whoever thought he was happy
He sure was
Whoever brooded on bare miseries
Sure these attack
Art lies in the right control
Allowing mind to play its role
Not something you can’t cultivate
Practice enhances progress rate
Life as a whole good and bad
Difficulties are the tests; shouldn’t make sad
History of hero near and far
Calamities could not leave a scar
Their lives donimated by an iron will
Nourished, matured, with their skill
How is one happy
What makes him sad
What is good for one
For another it’s bad.