And I'm back and writing.
I feel so proud of myself already because this blog already have 2 entries, it is one entry away from the rest of the the doomed abandoned blogs I have lying around the internet.
Anyhoo.
The thing about useless, unthemed blogs is that it's really hard to write, not because there is nothing to write about, but because there is just so much that choosing takes up most of my free time already. Last night, I was thinking about writing about blogging, since it is a somewhat controversial issue today. But that is too stressful and it has the possibility of being too politically charged, and I am sort of avoiding, not because I do not have opinions (I'm actually very opinionated about these things I would fight you) but because its an important topic that I'd rather talk about in person. You know, these things are prone to misunderstanding and miscommunication, especially since I am not a very good writer, so if by some miracle, people wanna know what I think about the political jibber-jabbers that we have now, I'm game to talk about it over tea or ramyun.
So the blogging topic goes to the draft, instead I am gonna rant about being happy or being sad. You know, feelings.
I'm going to turn a year older soon and I am in that weird epiphany moment that I feel like diving into weird gooey thingies like this.
Actually, I'm just really sad right now. But then again, sad is my default emotion. If you think about it, it's really easy to be sad about a lot of things. The world is in constant chaos. People dying, people killing other people, people starving, poverty, injustice,the fact that BonChon doesn't have their chicken sandwich anymore. There's just so many reasons to be sad and sometimes, it's easier to notice the dark and lonely corners of the world than the bright sunshine-y things that bring smiles to our faces.
There's a lot of contributing factors to this, media is one. Sad stories sell better than happy stories, so most the news that we see are about people dying, crimes and other horrible things. Then there is also what I would like to call the "green-grass effect" not greenhouse, green-grass. You know based on the saying the "the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence"? It means we don't always appreciate what we have, we always we see what we don't have, what we lack, and sometimes we fail to notice that we actually a lot of things to be happy about.
So I realized that maybe it takes effort to be happy.
Well maybe there are some people who are happy by default. Like, they are wired to see the sunshine and the rainbow and unicorns and they hear harp music everywhere they go, but some people have to actually exert a lot of effort to ignore the monsters and try to see some light.
Some people have to struggle every morning just to get out of bed. They have to convince themselves that waking up is worth it. They have to consciously ignore and turn away from the thoughts that tells them that none of these matter anyway, and that in the end, everything would do is futile. With all these, after an just an hour from waking up, it's no wonder that they're already tired.
It takes so much effort for them to smile, especially with all the heavy and burdening thoughts that are tugging in their minds. But most of them still do, they pull their muscles to smile even though it feels heavy and dried up.
They meet with their friends, try to live a normal life, and fill their days with so much activities that you wouldn't even notice that it's taking every inch of their fiber not to fall to the ground, lie there, and never get up.
It's very tiring to be happy. But everyone wants to be happy. So these people, the ones who are not blessed with the eyes turned to sunshine, they have to struggle twice as much as everyone else. They have to work hard to live, because if they stop trying, they would drown and once they get in too deep, they might never get out.
Well, that was heavy. Here's some penguin hug.
I guess I strayed to deep. haha. it's a good thing nobody reads this. And if someone is, well there are really people who are like this, and you may never even notice. So be kind. Try to make someone happy, make an effort to make them smile, remember the name of the doorman, say goodmorning to the elevator girl, thank the restaurant server and mean it, do some random acts of kindness. Make being happy a little less of a burden to people.But most important, make an effort to make yourself happy, get out of bed a bit earlier and do something you like (aside from sleeping) before you start the day, dance, sing, paint, whatever. Just... even when the world is demanding all of your time, set aside a few hours to make yourself happy, see the people you really wanna see, do the things you really wanna do, and don't wait.Seriously, don't wait. You can be happy now, at this very moment.
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| Listen to A.Ham. He never threw away his shot and now his face is on the ten dollar bill. |
Blah blah. yada yada I'm sounding like a very old man with a long white beard and a staff sitting on rock in the middle of nowhere.
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| oh, hey yaa, Dumbledore. |
Anyway, goodnight fellas. And happy birthday to meeee!!!
