Happiness is the interval between periods of unhappiness.
I got a message from one of my favorite people, a young college student in another state. He said in part:
Was there ever a time in your life where you felt completely…stuck? Like in a state of crisis due to confinement or anything like that? I’m not sure how to explain how I am feeling. It’s not like my college is a bad school or anything, it’s just that I am not enjoying my classes very much. Personally, they seem trivial. I’ve been feeling this way for a few months now. I’ve been trying to stick through it but it just doesn’t go away. It’s like an unnerving sickness in my stomach that I can’t kick.
I’m not sure what it is. I have friends on campus, I hang with them everyday, but I can’t say that I am close to them. I have talked to them all about my problems and they try to build me back up to the best of their ability but it just doesn’t work.
Everything here just…it feels controlled and pointless. The question "what is the point?" keeps coming up in my head. I do have a feeling of being stuck here. So I figured I would let you in on what is going on with me as you are all wise in your own ways with your own life experiences. Just would like some advice during this…rough patch or whatever it is.
I was somewhat taken aback with his message as this is one special kid. He is bright, outgoing and talented. But in some respects his message reminds me of myself when I was young. We who are older often forget the pain that comes from adapting to the world as we moved from our youth into adulthood. In my case life changes took me to lonely places, places where I was isolated from past friends and any support systems. I worked to earn the tuition that allowed me to attend a school where I was only one of only two students that were not World War II veterans. I was pretty much on my own and I was only 15.
For a period of time I felt just like my young friend now does. I spent so much time analyzing why I was unhappy and focused on what was wrong that I had little time to see what was right. Even knowing what was right was not the total answer as I felt I needed more right in my life if I was going to get better. Of course wishful thinking built upon undefined need for happiness really seldom helps much. What saved me was finding things that kept me engaged, things that did not allow me much time to think about my loneliness. I studied things I had no need to study and learned things that I was never going to get in class, and to this day I am glad I did. I also often left my safe sanctuary looking for new experiences and often discovered things and people I would never have thought would be as interesting as they where.
I have another college friend who might have written the same thing to me, not that long ago he was in misery but pulled himself out of it in part due to his adopting a daily workout routine that allowed him to see and feel the progress he was making in muscle, body tone and a surprising amount of positive thought.
Someone said not that long ago that these periods of youthful pain are character building and for most of us they are. As we age we realize that things do change. More often than not our lives are even better than we deserve them to be and in the process we learn that these pains pass. But even though that is true when I was young, broken hearted and lonesome I did not believe it.
Sadly we often don’t take what our young friends tell us seriously as we don’t think it is that big a deal, trust me it is. I just hope my young friend learns as I did that staying dormant focused on what’s wrong just makes things worse, fortunately I was not about to let events take me down so I went out, did things, stayed busy and fortunately stumbled across stuff that I cherish even to this day.
So my friends, whoever you are, don’t take yourself down, put the kick back in your step and come back out and live.
I am more and more convinced that our happiness or our unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.
Wilhelm von Humboldt
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a gift.
That’s why it’s called the present!
I Used To Be Schizophrenic, But We’re OK Now
A 3rd-grade girl came home from school. She was very happy, and her Mom noticed
this. Mom asked, "What makes you so happy today?"
The girl said, "Mom, we learned how to make babies in school today!"
Thinking that 3rd grade was a bit early for that, she asked her daughter to tell her how.
"It’s easy, Mom — you just drop the y, and add ies," the daughter said.
You spend the first 2 years of their life teaching them to walk and talk.
Then you spend the next 16 telling them to sit down and shut-up.
QUESTIONS I’VE WONDERED ABOUT
Do people in Australia call the rest of the world "up over"?
Does killing time damage eternity?
Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard?
Why is it that night falls and day breaks?
Why is it that when you are driving and looking for an address, you turn down the radio?
Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?
Do pilots take crash courses?
How can there be self-help "groups"?
"Filthy Stinking Rich… Well, Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad"
A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to "honor thy father and thy mother," she asked "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?"
Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, "Thou shall not kill."
"Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go back to?"
The bartender asks the guy sitting at the bar, "What’ll you have?" The guy answers, "A scotch, please." The bartender hands him the drink, and says "That’ll be five dollars," to which the guy replies, "What are you talking about? I don’t owe you anything for this."
A lawyer, sitting nearby and overhearing the conversation, then says to the bartender, "You know, he’s got you there. In the original offer, which constitutes a binding contract upon acceptance, there was no stipulation of remuneration."
The bartender was not impressed, but says to the guy, "Okay, you beat me for a drink. But don’t ever let me catch you in here again."
The next day, same guy walks into the bar. Bartender says, "What the heck are you doing in here? I can’t believe you’ve got the audacity to come back!"
The guy says, "What are you talking about? I’ve never been in this place in my life!" The bartender replies, "I’m very sorry, but this is uncanny. You must have a double."
To which the guy replies, "Thank you. Make it a scotch."
"I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes, and six months later you have to start all over again."
I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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