A sense of humor is one of the most important ingredients to have as you trudge along through life. Everyone has their own stories of agonizing events that mold and create their character. My most unforgettable characters are the happy ones. Are they happy because life gave them apples and oranges? Nope! They received their lemons too! Hard bitter lessons.
My best friend has an incredibly good attitude. He is supercharged about bringing humor and jokes into every conversation. His day is not complete until he has me in uncontrolled laughter. What makes some people more inordinately happy?
Some people think ideologically while others (rather smugly) claim to be realistic. Where do you fall in this struggle to redeem oneself in this world of Jungian dreamers? Is the truly happy person psychotic? Or have they hit the bull’s-eye on being the contented happy souls that have inherited the earth. Some people are crushed by events of life. Others, well, they roll with it and come up out of the denizen of death, smiling as if they had redirected the Shakespearian tragedies using a cast of Muppet characters!
Where am I in all this happiness contest? I truly love happy people so I want to be like them.
I decided I would be a long time ago. At one point in my life, I was a bartender. I luckily had two friends/patrons that came into the bar every day about the same time. As soon as they would walk through the door the atmosphere would change. Everyone’s voice went up an octave as they called out “Hey Tim, buy you a beer!” “Hey, Jim What’s the joke of the day?” (I don’t really remember what they said.) The laughter and Jokes would go on for hours until suddenly Jim and Tim would leave and the curtain was pulled. Their mere presence lifted the souls of the small group of people who chose to wait for happiness to come through the door. How many of us wait for the door to open? Why is it that some are destined to be the bearers of happiness? Others slump along with the proverbial dark cloud over the head waiting to die. Is it genetics?
My soul mates parents were the happy sort. His father was a baker and was a very social man. His mother was also a happy person and died a strange death. While in Reno Nevada, she and her daughter walked down a street in dim sunset and witnessed a couple in front of them, suddenly waving their arms madly doing a discombobulated war whoop and Jamaican dance. They had walked into a nest of Gnats which was so funny to watch that my friend’s Mother laughed so hard she collapsed from a massive heart attack. It was a strange way to go but isn’t that about the best way to leave? Happy.
So many people are spending the best years of their life in such evil ways and making everyone around them unhappy. ( I am sure we all know a few names to put here.) The really sad thing is they won’t realize this until it is too late. They have spent their life in misery, begrudging others of happiness and ruining their chance at finding their true meaning for their short stay here on earth. What do you bring to others? Happiness or misery? How do you keep your soul content even in the worst of times? Have you found the partner or the book or the right song to keep you happy in times of stress? Something as easy as changing the color of your clothes or the rooms you spend the most time in can make a difference. Some say prayer is what the soul wants to hear in times of gut wrenching sadness. I don’t know anyone who hasn’t been there. How well do you cope with the emotions? Do you need help? By all means find it, don’t waste a day harboring hatred, jealousy, anger or quilt. Find a way to get back to happiness. It is essential to an existence that is healthy and socially compatible with the desire to get up in the morning to see the sun rise and greet the day.