The Logic, My Madness: All anyone wants to be is happy.
“Good Judgement comes from experience, and often experience comes from bad judgement”
Rita Mae Brown
-----> The Logic
People say change is the only constant thing in life. I disagree. I think the pursuit of happiness is also a contestant in the race for constant. In every situation that life throws out, decisions have to be made. The decisions made are usually prone to be situation changers but the motivation behind the decision that elicits this change is happiness. As weird as it might sound, Happiness is an actually a constant in life.
Reminding you that people find happiness in the most random of things and in the most ridiculous of ways is irrelevant and highly unnecessary because you’d deny it...after all, you also want to be happy. What I will do however, is remind you that Happiness could come in amazing packages or simple things. Now try to keep up... Recently, I realized the most amazing things come unexpectedly and could be in the smallest of packages whilst simple things could come in really large boxes. The significant difference and most thrilling thing about this switch is that the degree of anticipation built around the big things often crumbles. When this occurs, although much appreciated, it still remains simple. The amazing things in small packages are unprecedented, unplanned, and conscientious. It could be finding out you are pregnant, getting a phone call, getting a stolen kiss, having some random stranger flirt with you, the aroma of a single cup of coffee, an unexpected compliment, or even the peaceful lullaby of welcome silence as you fall headlong into the warm embrace of sleep...yes...those are the happiness that truly warm the heart.
And for the things we crave but we never get: the desire to want to be happy but never actually getting it...the disappointment that eats away when hopes are dashed...when lovers break-up...when relationship insecurities set in... being late... getting delayed... spilling that cup of coffee over your satin white top.... being rejected... or the misfortune of being an insomniac on the worst of days. When these incidents happen, it is easy to forget that the word happiness ever existed. It ceases to be. It becomes redundant and slips into the deep, dark abyss of “the before”. At this point, nothing else matters because trauma sets in.
-----> My Madness
Trauma...
It doesn’t matter how tough we are... Trauma always leaves a scar! It follows us home... it screws us over... it changes our lives. Any fool with a bloody degree and a brain that has been put to good use knows that trauma, when in motion, can cause an increased heart rate... an act that has won itself the novelty as a definite sign of trouble. A racing heart could indicate anything: a panic disorder, a near death experience, a secret affliction, or the giant cosmic bitch-slap of all time...romance.
It’s sad how happiness is perceived to spring from love. Don’t get me wrong...love gives birth to a lot of happiness but it’s also a primary source of sadness. Never understood why such great joy would cause the greatest of sorrows.... apparently when it comes to the 9-tailed fox called love, the freak within every individual just isn’t prepared to wait on the “forever” clause, but then again... I digress!
Quote me anywhere and I’ll preach it to the converted-in-denial...Happiness comes from trauma. Basically, as far as I’m concerned, your mess becomes your ‘ministry’. Bring me a first-class student to lecture me on the theories of financial economies of scale and I’ll kick you in the nuts, stick a baseball bat up your ass, and forever regard you as a pansy. Replace that with a scheming, thieving con-artist with an eye for materialistic detail and the ability to become a loan shark when it comes to trust and I’ll learn in two hours what scholars teach in four years. My point: learning from the best is a sure way to reaching your goal. Trauma, although largely avoided, is a great way of learning. Trauma messes everybody up but maybe that’s the point. All the pain and the fear and the hurt and the crap; maybe going through all of that is what keeps us moving forward. It’s what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little messed up before we can step up.
Unfortunately, no one wants to believe they’d get through the trauma I’m recommending and survive. They’d rather stay safe and live normally. Well two things...first off, normal is boring! And second, you already go through the kind of trauma I’m talking about...every passing day...every passing hour...every passing minute. Regardless of what you think, trauma comes in all kinds of forms and you already know how to deal with it...it just isn’t called trauma. It has been buttered up, shaken together, and repackaged into what most people regard as “life”. Think about it...for a girl that spoke to rats, ate like a slave, and slept in a filthy attic for over a decade; Cinderella got her glass shoe, dashing prince, and happy-ever-after because she was first traumatized, not because she was lucky. She was a classic victim of trauma. If life hadn’t screwed her six ways from Sunday, she never would have been in a palace and her name wouldn’t sound as dreamy, magical, and full of the fairy-tail promise that it is now renowned for. Just goes to show, the unhappiest of people are the safest of people. Sometimes, it takes falling apart to ever have a chance of being whole. You Do the Math!
-----> My Logic, My Madness...
If you don’t get any of this, don’t worry. Your stand...I understand. Absent all reasonable admonition, the only thing left unsaid is “Time reveals all to those who can handle its dark and twisted moments, and still be open-minded”.
Happiness isn’t as overrated as it is misunderstood but then again, like I said...when all is said and done, all everyone’s just trying to be is happy.
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