I wonder if we are victims of the rumor called happiness. We have heard them, the storytellings during our childhood. We have read the fairytales. We have seen the tv-shows. We have read the teenage magazines, who tell us that when we hit adulthood, fin the right partner, the right job, then we will be happy. I call it victimization (I know, I use the word lightly right now) because we are fed illusions, right out lies!
It is wonderful, is it not? To feel that ecstatic feeling of happiness. A glorious energy through which you can view the world, a vibrating shield to leave you with an interpretation of life that seems more sunny, more full of colour and of love. No wonder we want to experience that again.
But, what about the other days? The days that are not spectacular in any way. The days when nothing remarkable happens, neither in a positive nor in a more difficult way? The days that just are. The days when your hopes for the future is buried in the pile of laundry or in the endless routines made to cope with life as it is. The days when you wonder about the road not taken, but tell yourself that it is impossible to take that turn. When yet another taco dinner is on the table followed by the same TV-shows as last Friday, and as the Friday before. When you start to ruminate on the meaning of life, and if this is it.
When you balance, like a line dancer, between discontentment and contentment, leaving it to the current wind, which side you end up on.
Life is mischievous, letting us taste the sweet, sugary, taste of the utter connection with another human being, the racing heart when offered just that chance you were hoping for, or tasting the salt on your lips while surfing on the waves of accomplishment. Then we hit another wave, one that might be called grief, or disappointment. Those waves come as naturally as the first, with the same platitude and can be ridden as hard.
So we keep surfing through the waves of life, in search of hitting those extraordinary ones. And we will find them, or they will find us, and we will experience the view from there, a scenery that makes us in awe. And rest assured, the waves will pass, and we will be in search of the next one.
Perhaps one day, we will be happy with the tranquility of the sea, the silent contentment. The days that just are. The days that at best are uninspiring. The days when we question our quest through life. Or, simply learn to enjoy the stillness of the ocean, and the view from there.
Are you fearful to show others that you are surfing on the calm sea, or even the wretched storm?
Do you sit and wait for that perfect wave, and denounce that calm sea in between?
You might miss out on life. You might miss out on the view from all the states of the sea.
Because life happens. All the time. Not just in the moments on twitter where the selfies on the highest wave get all the attention. i try to remind myself of it. And I do want to share my ability to ride the wave of happiness. Perhaps mostly to be able to embrace the moment a little bit longer.
Hopefully not because I am fearful to show others that I will fall off of it. Because I will. Today is a day with a calm sea. And, I embrace it. In fact, I have learnt to love it. I do my best to try to balance so that the wind blows me to the right side. Contentment. Today. Perhaps not tomorrow.
But, it is all right. All right.