“The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.”
-Henry Ward Beecher
I want to wake up early enough in the morning to have a cup of coffee and watch the sun rise- insomnia free. I want to hear a song on the radio and manage to sing along- without hearing the silence between the words. I want to run three miles a day, not to be thinner, but to see how strong my body can become.I want to go to college and go to parties. I want to enjoy myself- make friends with strangers on the street and tell that person that I think they’re beautiful- without the voice in my head saying its not worth it.
I want the world.
I believe that looking for the little things in life is what makes it livable. If we go day to day and only acknowledge the things that don’t seem to go our way, our lives add up to be pretty miserable. In my opinion, we don’t live long enough for there to be time for us to feel sorry for ourselves. Bad things happen and sometimes it gets tough, but the world keeps spinning and life goes on.
Part of me feels like 17 is too young of an age to attempt to make a drastic change in one’s life, but here I am, trying my best to do just that. I don’t want to wake up when I’m 25 and decide to finally fight against the constant pressure of sadness that seems to come as a side-effect of the human condition. It seems like a waste of time that’s already too short.
My goal in life is to be as happy as possible with the things around me, and if those things are not up to par- change them. I don’t expect happiness to come running for me but hopefully to be waiting on a bench while I find the way.
I feel like I’m repeating myself in this post by continuously saying that I don’t believe in wallowing in your sadness, but I don’t think people get told often enough and then they get swallowed up by the heavy feeling of self-pity. It’s addictive and can take more than just yourself to shake away that heaviness, so do that thing where you ask people for a little help.
This post is all over the place and I’ve been writing it over the course of a couple of weeks, trying to get my thoughts together on the topic, but I’m not having much luck getting out what I feel. It’s started to sound more like a self-help website rather than one of my blogs. Whoops.
