While at work, i had a moment for myself and i thought about this thing, this realization that most people seem unhappy. I have no idea if they’re the sort of person that maybe you need to get to know in order to really form an opinion, but based on first impressions, there is a bunch of unhappy bastards looming around.
I am not one of those. I try to compartmentalize my life, divide things so i don’t need to bother others with my shit at work, for example. There is a certain weight that i carry with me, and probably always will, but i try to hide it. You might catch a glimpse of sadness here or there but i am probably what you would call a happy person.
Mornings are my thing. I don’t sleep a lot so a try to make the most of it. I’m kinda becoming a lazy fuck right now, but per habit, i’d wake up early to go walk the dog, prepare my shit, get to the gym and then off to work. All before 09:00. It was great, it made my day less difficult generally and it made me feel better all around. You know, accomplished, yeah!
Now, though i’ve slightly changed my morning rituals, i’m still pretty chippy in the morning. I walk the dog or he walks me, depending on the days. I like to eat well in the morning so i take my time with breakfast. Which is a good thing for my wife because it gives her more time to linger in bed while i prepare breakfast for her too. She is lazy and not a morning person. Very easy to annoy. I know this because i do it on purpose. Ah, the little joys in life.
But some people don’t seem to yearn for it, not enough to be happy. I’ve got this example in my life of someone who had all the reasons to feel down, truly depressed. The last three years were ruthless towards this person and yet has become the happiest person i know, the most loving and lively. If this person is able to go through one of the most painful experiences in life, absorb the good, pick itself up and get on with life only to find out that perhaps not really. Being diagnosed with an illness, that statistically speaking, at that age, depending of stage, was at its most fatal. Between the age of 15-80, the lowest rate survival was found to be at around 25 to 35. This person was 28 years old. Fucking sad but well, shit happens. What to do? You fight it. You fight it with everything you have. This person did. It’s still a long walk to come out of it but it won’t be for lack of attitude. The best example of happiness in spite of everything else.
So whenever i feel bad, you know, maybe down or so, i think about this. This hero that is part of my life. It can be done. We just have to be prepared to be happy. Could be because you’re having lunch with someone, could be a night out with friends, you know whatever. People say being alive is a blessing. Sure, why not. But i’d like to think that being alive is really the experience that you get out of it. Don’t waste it, grab it wholly and enjoy. The last thing you want is to look back and wish for a different one.
“Life is not a problem to be solved, it is a reality to be experienced.”