I was talking to my friend last night, and he asked me how I was always in such a good mood and happy. I said that I don’t have a reason not to be happy, and I have every reason to be happy; I like being happy. He said that the world was a sick, sad place and that nothing mattered. But, that is exactly why I am happy: nothing matters, and being depressed about it won’t make it better. The conversation lead to him saying that he always thought there were 3 types of people in the world: idiots, evil, and depressed people, but I didn’t fit into any of those categories. Do you agree?
For me there is no bigger happiness than loving presence. Since nothing gets happier there is no reason to be dissatisfied wanting for happy things. Creating better things and increasing gratitude is nice though.
Idiots, evil and depressed is only touching the surface of someone’s emotions and usually a person in a state like this is not always capable to say what exactly is his or her trouble.
The truth is, reaching the point of true honesty can be felt physically but it feels like your heart is surrounded by a protective halo of fear. To protect you or anyone who comes near it. We wouldn’t need it if things were always perfect, we are the only ones to place a door on it.
But when a situation requires to actually say what you mean however unhappy you are to actually feel happy with the mere release of your words and show others how to do it, you open that door like you just invited the most brutal violence in. But you don’t close the door. Violence leaves on its own because the very meaning of life, beating unstoppably hosts what vitally stays safe.
Fuck you and your friend.