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Something to think about III

“Life could be a lot worse, you know?” – This we’ve heard countless times and I’d like to think that the majority of us have now reached a point where the next time we hear that we do one of three things:
Laugh it off and agree. Change topic immediately. Or (my personal favourite) use the highest degree of profanity simply to ask the speaker to make themselves scarce.
What we don’t realize is, “Life could be a lot better too.”
I’m not going to ask you to stop using drugs. I’m not going to ask you to look at the bright side, ‘cause maybe you don’t have one or your vision’s too blurred to see anything else. What I am going to ask you to do is laugh it off. Smile even if you don’t want to. Enjoy the day even if all you want to do is cry. Let go of yourself simply because you can. Put yourself right on top on that list of people you care about. Forget everything and fake being happy.
I could give you numbers and tell you that “case studies have shown that yada yada yada…” But think about it. Eventually, any lie repeated countless number of times, becomes the truth. It’s very convenient for us to fall down, that’s what gets us attention and eventually care and comfort in one form or another. But what is even more convenient, is that we can trick our own minds into believing that something is true. So go ahead and trick yourself into believing you’re happy.

It’s very easy to feel sad, and achieving a state of even 50% happiness seems like a herculean task. To be able to feel generally happy without any particular reason is something I’ve always wanted to be able to do, and boy am I envious of the people who can manage to do that. Tomorrow though, you need to wake up smiling, walk in and out of the house smiling and go to school smiling, for the sake your friends and more importantly your family.


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