Let’s assume for a second you exist in this country
with the same inalienable rights as the rest of us. If you’re reading this, I
assume you’re not a 5-year old child scavenging for food in Bangladesh. I
assume you have access to clean running water, medicine, and internets.
Fulfilled all those criteria? Awesome. Unhappy?
Brace yourself –
IT’S PROBABLY YOU.
Lately, I’m noticing a trend whereby many of us
(myself included) bemoan a life of unhappiness while simultaneously making
little to no effort to change it. Ironically, the people in the best positions
to change their own lives seem to complain the most about the unwillingness of,
or lack of enthusiasm in other people to change it for them.
Who died and made the rest of us responsible for
your inner glow?
Now let’s be clear, I definitely recognize
depression as a clinical illness. But many of us aren’t clinically depressed.
We’re just in a shitty situation that we’d rather not be in - and instead of
just accepting the choice we’ve made when we choose to stay, or making the
alternative choice to leave, we’d rather bitch, cry, and moan about how someone
else could’ve fluffed the pillows nicer on the bed we chose to lie in.
I haven’t live very long, but this one thing I know
– happiness can’t be found. Kind of like Dorothy looking for home in the Wizard
of Oz. Home is within. Happiness is within.
Sometimes, you just gotta stop trying to be happy
and just be.
And sometimes, YOU have to decide to change your
unhappy situation for YOURSELF.
Happiness sprouts the moment you decide you ain’t
taking it no more and walk out of that life-sucking relationship.
Happiness blooms the second you arrive at your wits
end and vow to quit that dead-end stress-filled job.
Happiness blossoms when you make a decision to
accept the choices in life you’ve made, count your blessings, and LIVE ON.
And when happiness is seeded into our lives, we must
also accept that is our responsibility to cultivate and nourish it. Some of us
have got to stop scurrying around like life is one big ass sale and we’re mad
at the saleslady because the two-for-one tank tops are sold out. Some of us
need to just start realizing that we haven’t made a sufficient effort to keep
our own selves happy. *looks in the mirror*
So, here’s to owning our emotions! *sips honey Jack*
And here’s to not waiting for 2013 to do so! *takes
another swig*
Happy Kwanzaa! And Happy New Year!
