I like to think that generally I am a happy person. I do my best to always look on the bright side and turn negatives into positives so I can embrace life.
Why wouldn’t I?
Life is not about perfection, which is what the idea of constant happiness conveys, or the notion of a problem free life.
Perfection doesn’t exist. Being flawed is part of the human experience, otherwise we would have nowhere to move to.
Underneath our human self, however, does lie perfection. It’s that thing we see when a sunflower follows the vivid orange sun to bed.
We have that perfect side to us, but our humanity flaws it.
The trick to life is learning how you can remove yourself from your problems, rely more on that underlying perfection to give you peace, and to stop striving for perfection.
Instead strive to be better than the day before.
Problems arrive. Sometimes it seems as they never stop coming. Life can be shitty, very shitty.
But that doesn’t mean we have to duck for the nearest hole shouting,
“Chicken Little, the sky is falling down.”
It’s not and neither are we.
I’m not here as someone who’s never had a real problem preaching. Maybe on the outside it seems like that because I am happy and positive and laugh a lot.
But I also cry a lot.
The past four years have been horrendous and threatened to topple my belief that life really is good.
A financial disaster so bad I can’t even think of it without my eyes pricking and my stomach rolling around in the mire of pain and regret.
Health issues, job issues, relationship issues, I’ve been there I know it I get it.
Through it all I’ve learned that the problems aren’t me and cannot define my existence or my future path. They are just there to strengthen me.
I have control over my emotions and how I respond to those events that seem out of my control.
I choose to own the happiness rather than the shit.