A Pocketful of Bliss!

Ok, so how many days do you wake up and feel you’re happy? Like not enormously, over the top happy, but relatively satisfactorily happy. Now all the people who meet me, and I mean all of them, at some point or another, voice the fact that I’m always smiling. I never comprehended the magnitude of it or the significance of how such a small gesture of mine touched others.

There are numerous things to be dejected about in your life, there are often plenty of reasons, self-made or destined, so it’s not really being a phony but acknowledging that life sucks, until you make it nicer. It’s tough to do, mind you, never really easy when your heart is hurting bad or when you are in physical pain. But then I believe, adapting to life that you’re living is the key. If you’re sad, people will ask you for the reason and pretty much stay away from you, or to give you your space or just not mess themselves up. Your friends and family on the other hand, will listen to your plight, give you some suggestions, but ultimately it is you who has to deal with the rough patch. After a while, your heart just gives up. Whereas, if you are sad, but you still smile, the world smiles with you, if someone else is sad, they look at you and they feel happy. Even if it’s a momentary thing, you did your bit to make someone happy.

I love being happy, duh, who doesn’t? It makes my mind work. It makes me want to do things that matter, reach for my goals. I’m at the stage where I’ve lived almost half my life, since the average age that Indians live to is almost down to 60. So, what brings about happiness? I already wrote some of the things in a previous blog post. Today I just want to write, to pour my heart out on paper. I was sad yesterday night, found some things out , heard my favorite nani passed away and then it dawned on me, what next? You die and that’s it, your circle is complete. The things you wanted to do, the people you wanted to meet, the experiences you wanted to have and share, the kisses you wanted to take and give, hugs that comfort your soul, knowledge you crave, places you wanted to visit, stories you wanted to write, the life you want to live and so much more. Where does all of that go? All the wishes unfulfilled, who bears the burden if it all? When you see people who are no longer capable of doing this, you feel like such a waste of a person yourself, because you’re alive and kicking and you can do it, so why don’t we? Wouldn’t it be worse, if you didn’t try at all?

Who knows about next birth? Do we remember the last one? Do we remember what pain we went through, what life we lived, what virtues or sins we committed? No, right? Then why make this life miserable? Then why do we want to torture ourselves and the lives attached to us. So live, just love and live. If we give our life a chance, guaranteed 1 year down the year, one will feel better. You will hurt but you will be better.

The best thing that you can teach yourself is to move forward. No matter what happens in life, to just move forward. One small step at a time, you might falter, or someone might pull you back, a person or memories, yes absolutely, but at least you are walking. Sure your feet might ache and bleed. They might take time to heal but keep walking. So walk, and find that jeweler, in you or another, who can assess the diamond that you are, a bit rough around the edges but priceless indeed!