Why waste time being sad when you can be happy?
Someone once grew crossed with me for saying such a thing in this dreary world
This world filled to the brim with people who have grown comfortable in their misery
I know this to be true because I was once a person who found comfort in their misery.
But it's a waste of time, it's precious time that you have at a limit, do not waste it being sad
Yes, there is vast depth to each individuals issues. No body is ever going to try and deny you of that, I certainly am not. There's layers in all things, new angles to look at things. But if you dig so far deep within yourself to where it is just you and yourself, you may find that maybe it was never as deep as your worries let you believe. Or maybe it is that deep. Maybe it's deeper.
Somebody a lot wiser than me once said
"So you have a problem. Can you do something about it? If yes, then do it. If no, then let it be."
Do not over exert yourself to fix a problem that is out of your hands, you exhaust yourself for nothing. If the problem is fixable, do something about it. If it is in your reach, and you can grasp it, you can climb your way out of the hole. You are not stuck, you are not trapped — you are learning, you are figuring it out. Things take time; sometimes all anything ever needs is time.
But you may still find yourself wallowing. Life can be a slump.
You must be kind to yourself, but you must remain stern. Do not let go of self discipline.
The upkeep of self is everything for the mind. To shower, to brush your teeth, to fix your hair, to eat, to get dressed, to dress up, sometimes all your mind needs is to feel productive.
I have found that people who have come close to death have some kind of appreciation for life that those who haven't don't. I wish people did not need to nearly lose it all to appreciate what they already have. I used to think I have nothing. I used to believe I would never be anything more than I was; that no matter how hard I tried, things would never get better. And then I nearly lost it all. Everything. My life.
Ever since that day, I am happy in the morning. Just waking up is enough for me now. Because now I can see that I have everything. Despite the things I have endured, despite the failed relationships, despite everything that has happened— I wake up happy, because what I thought was nothing, is everything.
I am a son, though my relationship with my parents may be worse for wear, I am a son nonetheless. I wish to make my parents proud.
I am a brother, to my sister and my brother. We are close, and I do not want to let them down.
I am a friend, to not many, but to those that I am, they mean everything.
I am family, to two entire bloodlines. I will not die before I pass on my DNA.
I am a student, fresh and full of potential. I cannot lose everything before I've become who I was meant to be.
I have everything I could ever want in life, and still there are so many goals I wish to reach.
From my eyes, this world is filled with people who are sad. People who are miserable. If you're reading this, and you are a sad person, perhaps it's time to help yourself.
The only person who can make your life meaningful to you is yourself. And you're very capable. You are strong, you were born to be strong. It's in your bones, it's in your brain. It's human nature.
Live life happy, let things go.
