The things people cry over or yell about or complain about or take with such serious care are funny. There are so many unhappy people, unhappy about one thing or the other. My sister is unhappy. She hates what she does. My cousin is unhappy because he is just 15 and his parents have already set the standards too high. I have a friend who is dear to me. He is unhappy because his own standards are high.
It’s an unhappy world because people become serious about the little things that constitute their big dreams. Big dreams that cost so much. Big dreams like being the greatest writer, the greatest doctor, the greatest teacher, the greatest cook.
But what if the little things are just games? What if we win some, lose the others? What if one day you decide to smile before you go to work even if you hate it? What if you just decide to smile because it’s raining and you’re a rain-lover and you like listening to it, tapping on the window as you help a sick man?
Is it so hard to be happy? To think that even the little things can be as great, as lovable as the big dreams? Is it so hard to just live, take the road and enjoy the scenery?
Or maybe I’m just a clueless kid who, like my sister says, has no life and doesn’t get it.
Maybe I just don’t get it.
The unhappy
I find it much easier to go through life as a satisfied man. Things aren’t perfect, but most of the time I’m happy and when I’m not, I’m satisfied. Some goals are attainable, others require extraordinary effort, and there are probably some that are impossible. It doesn’t hurt to try but I don’t base my impression of the quality of my life on them. I learn and move on. One pitfall to try to avoid is that of falling victim to having someone set your goals for you. It’s often quite a challenge and you’ll benefit from trying to reach them, but be realistic and try, if not to start small, at least choose those that provide the best building blocks for future growth. You may be surprised at the path your life takes.
cheers,
Dick