April 16, 2013
Counting Happy, ME Newsletter, Vol. 6, Issue 16
Post by Philosophical Friend: You don't have to be happy all the time in your life maybe just sometimes
Reply from a near double-decade sage: That's stupid
I recognize it, now; I tortured myself from a very young age with unguided imagery. No one planted these ideals in my head. I gathered them from books, TV shows, and movies. Always, a happy ending made the suffering worth it, whatever the fictional price. No one ever promised me that I would have a happy ending-point and then, from that point on, my life would be… happy. I just believed it would be.
I figured out the obvious in my teens. Nothing had worked out, so far. Nothing had made me happy. That’s when I turned from quiet brainiac to pouting rebel. Rainbow hair, pierced nails, one long & one-short earring. I even clockworked a little bit; right side blonde and short, left side black and longer, left side full make-up , right side significantly less.
Managed to conformed a little for a Manhattan retail job, but even then I was warned I was pushing the limits. limits. I wasn’t following fads or on-boarding trends.The fashion industry expects fashion conformity, so walked away from that.
I found an easy crowd to fit in with: musicians and artists. There office outlandish was acceptable. Fishnets, satin bubble mini-skirt, silk previously retired men’ pajama tops, lace gloves, uniform rebel docs, multiple necklaces and bracelets, funky hats. Negativity was the norm. That wasn’t really happy, either.
Then came London - where I found leopard print, large frame eye glasses no one in New York could boast, and a unique bi-color hairdo a Japanese magazine photographer stopped me on the street to record on film.
Then came Nashville – where eventually someone had to ask me, “Do you ever wear anything but black?” “Of course,” I replied, “Navy Blue, Dark Brown and Storm Grey.” An attempt to keep the white blonde part white in Nashville, turned into pink. Pink so wasn’t me, either.
No matter what, Happiness managed not only to efficiently evade me, but danced away laughing.
Finally, and lastly, Michigan found a way to show me. Here is what I know:
Being pleased with your life is a wonderful long-term thing, but happiness…?
Happiness is a notch above, usually for a shorter time than we'd like.
How would we know what happy was if it didn't sweep in and out of our lives, in response to our changes, while GOD remains the same?
We forget to trust in what GOD has for us. We allow the folly of supposed riches wind us down into the valley and climb for the mountain top believing someday we’ll get there. We believe that someday a dapper-coated gentleman will tap lightly on our shoulder, hand us everything we think we desire, and we’ll spend the rest of our days in splendor. We believe we are forging ahead when we are truly wandering aimlessly. We simply forget to check our path. Because we are human: not GOD-lik. Because we are imperfect. That is why no one can be happy all the time.
Happiness can only be counted in moments.
So, count them.
Safe-guard the memories.
Someday ahead, you’ll need them to remind you
that you were indeed happy once, and for a while;
Trust that now may not be your time,
Act on this: happiness is something you can give away,
To whomever you choose,
Even if you don’t have any, at any particular time.
"Whosoever trusteth in the Lord, happy is he." - Proverbs 16:20
Posted by jaselin at April 16, 2013 05:54 PM