Yea, it does seem like everyone is so constrained by whatever their belief system tells them is the way to go through this life, with bad parts, as well as the good ones, being something that comes and goes, which I believe is true, because everything is changing, all the time, even if we don’t pay attention (yea, go figure), BUT… what seems to me is that people tend to bond this change with the changes within their own feelings and emotional states in a cat chasing it’s own tail manner. Just look at peoples faces during the day, if there isn’t anything particularly good happening most of time they frown, lose their body posture and probably dwell off in the direction of worrying and overthinking. I was like this all the time, now I think I’m doing little better. The glossy bullshit in this story is that there is no difference in whatever is happening, only we can make things fun, we can make ourselves feel better, no matter what surrounds us. That’s what is happening while we are experiencing joy during that “good times”, we ourselves make it feel good. There is no funny thing that happened, we made it funny. And that’s what we have to realize, that we can do this maybe not all the time, but we can do it during those times we are on autopilot (which is a lot of time) feeling meh, feeling good but still not free, still a bit uneasy. What I like to do is remind myself constantly about the good things I have in my life, good people, good friends, my hobbies, my passions, and also, I smile a lot. And I dance. I still haven’t gone berserk with it, and even now, as I’m writing this it seems somewhat “crazy” I still feel good about it. Also, a major thing that changes me and makes me more prone to be there (I like to call it “being there” 🙂 ) is speaking up and sharing. And by that I mean telling people to cheer up when I see them down, or rather showing them my happiness. Also, by giving others more, more of my time, and especially my money, seems to have a great effect on me. It even seems to me that If I’m not happy I become sad. Sometimes I think I’m like Alex Delarge (he couldn’t hold it but I’m not a fictional character whose destiny is already written) and that I have linked everything that isn’t labeled (by my belief system) as “happy” as being bad. And I like being happy more. Crazy, I know.

Peace. And blue skies. And puppies for all.