I’ve learned it’s impossible to stay happy in life. Everytime you think you have some form of happiness, the world kicks it out of you, like getting a concussion (believe me, I know about that). Even the most hopelessly optimistic person is going to get a crapchute with life. It’s unavoidable. Sure you may think you have happiness. You lean back in your chair and think, “this kid’s nuts! I’m truly happy!”. But you’re not. What do you have in life? Maybe a girlfriend, a job, nice house, loving family. That’s nothing. THAT. ISN’T. HAPPINESS. No matter how good we have it, we’re always gonna be sad, or angry, or pms-ed, or frustrated with the cards were dealt. So whether it’s life holding you down or YOU holding you down, that truly happy person doesn’t exist. They’re fictional. And just when you think all is fine…that you’re over your rough spot, THAT YOU CAN COPE AGAIN, your girlfriend dumps you, or you lose your job, or your family starts fighting. And once again you’re back where you started. Alone and unhappy.
The best you can do is cheer the hell up. Because life’s the big kid with the dodgeball and you’re the kid up against the wall. Do you wanna take it and cry? Or do you wanna get nailed in the face and laugh it off and earn the big kid’s respect? Of course he’s gonna keep throwing those dodgeballs, but maybe you’ll earn a few friends along the way.
I’ll end with a Rocky quote: The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t how hard you hit; it’s about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward.
And yes, I’m sad. But really, life’s not bad at all. Which is why I’m mad that I’m mad. Whatever.