It bugs me because, i choose to be happy. where ever i go, what i do. My current colleagues and the majority of the population at large, does not want to he unhappy. I said this so many times, humans are magnets. we always attract, we will attract what we do not want, when we say ‘ I do not want to be poor.’ and voila! you are poor.
It may sounds like i’m trying to do some positive thinking mumbo jumbo crap, but i am not! i simply choose to be happy, that is all! It bothers me that my colleagues are not happy, because they are good people, working in a good, constructive industry. I look at my past as a kind of prison, now that i am set free. even a ‘free’ plain water will taste sweeter than an ‘imprisoned’ plain water.
An fundamentally we are all free, as free as we can ever be, only to be confined when we choose to be confined. And our confinement must contribute to our freedom. and ironically as it sounds, we are all bounded in some form or another, even our physical bodies can be a prison. we cannot fly, and yet we can invent things to help us fly. we have seen the Para Olympians, physically handicapped, but always mentally and spiritually free.
Every time i feel down, i think about these folks, i a never failed to realize that i am so much better off. My woes are peanuts compared to the daunting challenges even a six year old face in a slum in the Philippines. there is so much suffering and angst already existing, I will not and refuse to add to that. The world can always make do with a little more goofiness and laughter, and there is always room to love.