A friend and I were talking today about guilt. The guilt we felt for being happy. Now mind you, our lives aren't all roses and happily ever afters. We just make a conscious choice to live happy and not live in despair, distress, or as a victim. When life hands you lemons you can live a sour existence or you can get out the salt and tequila. Your choice. Because I seem carefree does not mean my life is, but it is the perspective I choose. Carefree is as carefree does? Either way you need to deal with it; so why not propel yourself forward instead of remaining stuck in a bad place? Often times the propulsion doesn't involve running away, that just compounds the problem. It often means attacking it, finding some resolve, communicating, working on it or through it.
Here is what I'm not comfortable with. The fact that we were discussing if it was okay that we were happy and then questioned our happiness. Is there something wrong with us because we're happy and happen to laugh a lot? Brakes. That statement is wrong on so many levels. Are we missing something? Are we shirking responsibilities or living with rose-colored glasses? No. We just don't choose to sad all the time. I cut those people out of my life anyway, the ones who complain they just can't find someone, or get a good job, or nothing ever seems to go right. They are draining. I admit, I spend far too much time trying to be people's cheerleaders only to be left empty; so then I have to release them. If I allow them to deplete me of my joy inside, I will have nothing to give anyone. That's just simple self-preservation. But everyone deserves a fair shot. Does it mean I'm giving up on them, no way! I just think they better find another cheerleader before they take me down with them. In my life experience, I have had my share of turbulent weather; even in the storm the blessings have always out numbered the disappointments. Hard times and disappointments lead to new doors and pathways; paths we probably never would've glanced at had we not been forced to.
I'm not going to apologize to anyone for being happy. I shouldn't be made to feel guilty for that. If you envy it, change it for yourself. It is as easy as shifting your perceptions. Muster your courage and do it. But the want to be really happy has to be there instead of the desire to stay miserable. Miserable must come with perks, otherwise people wouldn't stay in a perpetual state of gloom. I suppose you get hours of whine time, days of woe-is-me, a super cozy comfort zone and buckets of sympathy. Sympathy or empathy can be comforting, nothing wrong with it; just don't become an addict.
Life is too short. Too short to be mad and angry, too short to be lonely and depressed, too short to apologize for doing what you love and really living. Maybe you haven't found your path; you can, you will. I have and I'm not apologizing for it.
Unapologetic. A-Z Challenge.