The other day, I had a random social media post about some cheap flowers I bought myself at the grocery store, and some middle grade Pinot Noir I picked up at the liquor store, which opened a whole can of worms in my head about making yourself happy. (As these simple things DID make me happy.)
Not one other person on planet earth can determine your contentment (but some might very well add to your discontentment.) People may fleetingly make you happy, as happy is a fleeting emotion, but ultimately your contentment is your choice. "Happy" couples are hard working couples. Family time is hard sometimes, but hopefully worth it. (I love family time, but I am blessed with an outstanding fam. And even then I have felt murderous rage at my brothers and sister on occasion.)
If there's anything I've learned in the last few difficult months, it's how cliches became cliche.
- Find joy in the little things.
- Life is SHORT.
So on and so forth.
(I SWEAR THIS IS NOT THE BEGINNING OF AN ADVICE COLUMN. Ew.)
Getting caught up in all of the daily grind 💩 will drive you to madness. Been there.
Be with your loved ones and don't spend too much time on things you don't care about. Your friends are important. (I would know, having the best friends in the universe.)
And if you think he/she is worth your time, then just freakin tell them- because of all the things I already said. Cliche city. Stephen King would not approve.
In line with making yourself happy (and more than a little off the subject):
If he's not interested, it's HIS LOSS.(I'm gonna get kicked out of any serious writing society on account of the plethora of cliches in this blog post. Maybe the title should be "Cliche City".) Life goes on and you should only spend your time on people who are willing to invest back into you. I'm about to share the meaning of life. Ready? People investment. That's it.
Sideline Confession:
l don't believe in all the soulmate, predestined BS (although I don't think there's anything wrong if you believe that). I just don't. I buy into circumstance and free will. And as a subscriber to that theory, I can sometimes push a little too hard for what I want when it comes to anything. Sometimes I get it, and sometimes I don't.
Sideline Confession #2:
For someone who is so independent, fancy-free, and footloose, I am also a hopeless romantic. (By now I'm just embracing the cliches. If you can't deal, I can't help you.) I haven't figured out how the two intersect yet, but surely there's a way.
Lyric Break-
Romance Lyric:
"I wanna rock your gypsy soul
just like way back in the days of old"- Van Morrison
Independence Lyric:
"Na na na na na na, Better go it alone"- Beck
In summary, people are what is important in life: family, friends, significant others, coworkers (because you spend more time with them than your own family most likely), and anyone else who happens into your world. How you manage your relationships with people will be what matters at the end of time. And in my opinion, it's ultimately how to make yourself happy. It's about your decisions when it comes to people (including yourself), but not about what they decide for you (not including yourself).
Well...THAT was ALL OVER THE PLACE, but it was a stream of consciousness straight from my heart. A bouquet of thoughts that have been blooming in my mind since I lost a very important person to me less than two months ago. (Here's my plug for Colon Cancer Awareness month- get it checked. It's treatable if you catch it in time.)
Live for the now, live for the future, live for the people you love and those who love you. Because life is fleeting.
P.S.
I promise they won't all be like this. Stick with me, k?
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