The Top 5 Things Unhappy You is Sick of Hearing

I worked my way through an egg white omelet and freshly squeezed mimosa at a comfortable, but sterile gastro pub. Id met Susana for brunch, a childhood friend, and we found ourselves exchanging thoughts on happiness. It was a fitting conversation with a new year still fresh in the mind, and lofty intentions affirmed for 2015.

We snickered as our conversations collided.

Remember when we were nine and happiness was our imagination?

It was so real. Effortless. I contemplated happiness as we spoke. Theres something wed seemed to have misplaced about it. Susana and I had shared lifes schoolings, dreams, adversities, accomplishments, and a little extra pleating around the eyes after a long night. Through it all, our spirits were still genuinely content.

But it delved deeper. When we are unhappy we question ourselves, our beliefs and others around us. The things that used to gratify our soul, no longer did. If you happen to live on planet Earth, you may be aware that life can be vicious at times. It affects us. How could it not? Were human. Happiness is not an automatic right. Its not a product meant to be bought, gotten, or taken.

Ive seen people trade in their souls and abandon their closest family in search of happiness.

What had we gotten wrong about this?

Good ol, in the flesh happiness is not a goal! Its a by-product of living the the real you. Its that certainty that we are scared to death of. Consequently, the more we put off living our life, the more we become incapable of living it.

I recollected my days in Spain. Spaniards seemed so easy going; they madly celebrated life. But it was a choice.

Heres the thing that the unhappy us doesnt realize. When we act from an affected, fake happy, people may keep smiling at us, talking to us, they might even say they agree with us. But deep inside, their opinion of us has changed.

Consider this: The top 5 things unhappy you is sick of hearing.

I dont have the courage

Breathe in, fill your soul, and know that unhappy you, is lying!

I cant let go, that person(s) hurt me!

Humans have complex psyches. We sometimes get hurt, and hurt each other. If youve been mistreated, pull that knife out of your back. You are not prey.

If I had what she had (does, earns, looks, etc) I would be happy.

Seriously? Im going to remind you of what you already know. You are not her. You are wholly, perfectly you.

Its too risky.

Hey you! Safe is the new risky. Leave behind what (or who) doesnt work, and blossom.

Ill do it later.

Umm, gloomy self. Lets hope later, isnt too late.

Those things you are betting your happiness on are an illusion. Its time to change once and for all.

I was still distracted as I listened to Susana. Thinking of the effortlessness of a childs fantasies so vivid they animate an entire group. They buy into a collective ‘vision’ feeding off each other’s happiness. Im not speaking naively or suggest we revert to juvenility. I dont live in a world of unicorns and butterflies. Make believe is investigating the possibilities of life. Have you ever been afraid of the dark? Funny, its not the darkened room that creates unease, but what we image is in it.

A million infinitesimal experiences have designed each of our marvelous twisted roots grounding us. We give courage to life by being the real us. The truth is heavy; thats why so few people chose to carry it. I will not make the mistake of being wrong about happiness again. My ever enduring roots burrow deeper, unapologetically me, honoring life.

Finishing my omelet, I was at ease, knowing happiness is not a beautiful empty illusion. Happiness is out there blatantly trying to seduce us. Its waiting. Its patient. It treasures us. After all we are worth waiting for.

 

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