I really don’t see how some people could be worried or stay worried about everything when just being worried about one thing already feels exhausting to me. Whatever it is, whatever the problem may be; it just sticks out in your mind like a sliver when you worry. It wrenches your heart, it saps your energy and it floods your body with stress. It doesn’t feel good at all and I’m sure it’s not good for your body either but yet some of us can be hooked on being worried all the time.

       Are we naturally self-destructive? Or is it because some of us have forgotten how to live without worry?

       I don’t want to have to worry in order to live or get through my day, it’s just too exhausting, I’ve got better things to do than place my energy into these negative emotions.

     Everybody is afraid of rejection to a certain extent and we can take it personally when faced with it. Yet, imagine being part of the small number of people who actually really don’t care anymore if they get rejected by anything or anyone, How would you feel? Free? Happy? Powerful?

What allowed me to successfully enroll into the class that I had Anti-requisites for was in part due to my patience but not without the help of a stranger. After about an hour and a half being on hold and being swapped back and forth between parts of the University I finally got a hold of someone who had the power to do something.

It was a young woman on the other line and her cheerful voice definitely eased away my frustration of registration. We spoke about what could be done and within 10 mins, I was able to register my last class as if the Anti-requisites never existed but I guess that’s what she did, she was able to make them “not exist” officially. 

I was beaming with excitement, happiness and gratitude towards her. She didn’t have to do this, she could have forced me to retake one of the Anti-requisites instead or she could have denied any help at all, but she didn’t and nor was she difficult to sway.

She wanted to help, me, a complete stranger, one that she only knows a voice to just like me to her and I am extremely grateful for her being there today.

I am extremely grateful to the stranger who I’ve never met nor seen except for hearing what her voice sounds like and what her name is.

We’re our worst nightmare; we have the potential to become a relentless torturer of ourselves. When something negative has happened to us, we can easily bring it back up in an instant and remember all the details of the event. But rarely does this bring about any new awareness as its sole purpose is just to torture your very being.

Even when we are perfectly fine; when there is nothing wrong with our lives and only the good can be seen, we may have instances of negativity spring up for no apparent reason….

No, there is a reason. It’s because we might’ve held a piece of negativity in our hearts and we’ve grown so accustomed to it that the feeling of “being happy” is foreign. As such, we could find the smallest things to be unhappy about just so we get away from that which feels “different” and good.

Ridiculous what we’ll do to stay in our “comfort” zones huh?

Listening to a “Sad” song won’t make you sad as the only way you can become sad is if you’ve attached a sad memory it. So listening to a song where its lyrics, its tune and its message points to sadness, by not attaching a sad memory to it, I’m not depressed with it but rather in awe at the beauty of it.

I’m very grateful that I actually enjoy my jobs as I don’t complain about how they don’t pay me enough nor do I have thoughts about quitting. I actually enjoy going to work and even though I’d rather do other things, I’m still happy that these jobs don’t drive me nuts.

I love keeping a journal because not only do I enjoy writing but I also enjoy looking back at the positive memories I’ve experienced. Aside from looking at how there’s a lot of things I should be happy about, it also serves to remind me about what has actually happened in the past.

You see, not everyone has perfect memory; we remember the big idea of what happened but very rarely are we able to recall the fine details that decided whether or not a memory was good or bad. So when I believe I’ve remembered something wrong or have second thoughts about what I experienced, I refer back to my journal and read what I recorded on that particular day.

Rereading those words and recalling those feelings helps me reinforce what has actually happened so that my mind doesn’t wander off and create “imaginative” yet “destructive” versions of valuable memories.  Our memories should help us, not destroy us.

Again another excerpt.

How does popular culture represent happiness? 

The popular culture represents happiness as having a lot of “stuff”. They use material objects and such to gauge how “happy” someone is when really a person’s happiness cannot be gauged so easily by observing what they possess. Being happy is a feeling, it is intangible and subjective while material objects are tangible and objective. Therefore, since both are completely different, they should not be used to gauge a person’s happiness but popular culture uses it anyways to represent happiness.

I love exercise. I love to be able to get my blood pumping in the morning to get me in the mood for the day.

Now its not because in the long run my body will look better and be better but rather because of what I get in that moment onwards till I sleep at night. It’s the clearing of my mind that I absolutely love.

I don’t know about you but when I wake up, no matter how great of a sleep I got the night before there will always be a cloudiness in my mind. Now I have gone days where I did not exercise in the morning but they just felt terrible all until the evening because by then, time had dissipated the cloudiness just like warming your car while driving.

If you plug it in during the winter, your car’s engine is warmed up and ready for action. If you don’t, then you have to drive your car to warm it up. So when I go through my day without morning exercise, I feel like my engine is not warm and I’m not able to get the best performance out of it.

Maybe it’s just in my head or maybe there are some physiological details I’m missing here, nevertheless though, I believe that my days go better after some exercise.

Maybe because its me, but when I walk through the halls of the University I notice many attractive women walking around.

Thing is though, it is their LOOKS that really catches your attention first but it should be HER at the core that makes you want to be with her. If looks is all you care about then you’ll never stop searching and you’ll never be happy, in the long term at least…

There will always be someone hotter and someone more attractive on the outside.

But if you fall for HER, whatever is on the inside, then your search will end because there is only ONE of her.

It’s their look that catches your attention but it’s their core that keeps it.

So find one that keeps it.

Recently I felt a great sense of achievement and if you’ve ever felt that then you would know that what follows along is a sense of happiness. We’ve all felt it before, whether it was from achieving a long desired goal or falling in love with a person that we desire. This happiness would be the peak, like the climax in a business cycle.

However, like with business cycles there’s a boom before it peaks off and then a bust. And from there on afterwards, we have to work our way back up to the peak again.

The peak is the point in your life that you always want to get to, it is the point where every romance/comedy movie finishes at. Big celebrations, happy faces and smiles going all around; it is the “happy ending” of many if not all stories (that warrant a happy ending of course). However, after that the story just ends with a “happily ever after”. Yet we know that in real life, when you reach that peak, you still have to wake up the next day for work or school.

Though what if it did end right then? What if in that moment where you receive the greatest happiness you have ever felt is the moment where you die?

You’d go out with a bang. Your story ends on a high note.

You’re happy and you get to die happy.

Now then what better way is there to move on from this life than that?

Cancer? Fire? Asphyxiation? Please.

Live a happy life and die a happy death.

Well for one thing these are their chairs. Here’s a Close up.

Yup, you can probably guess what they are.