I woke up this morning determined to start my pursuit of happiness. I took a hot bubble bath and felt one moment of PURE BLISS. I got up to write in my MORNING PAGES and everything fell apart . . .
Is it possible that happiness can only truly exist in brief moments?
I wasn’t looking at technology. I didn’t have my phone near me. I was writing with a modern version of a fountain pen. And yet, the news just creeped into my system as if all the negativity is just bouncing through the atmosphere, leaping from person to person in an all-consuming wave of negative energy.
A text from a friend who was worried about us.
MIT policeman shot.
Suspect dead in Watertown, MA.
The city shut down and people told to stay home.
Deb and Norman ignoring the orders to stay at home and going to work.
It’s all too close to home.
It’s all too real. And yet . . . it also feels surreal.
If we, as humans, continue to send all of this negativity out into the world, in such intense waves that we know the news before it is even spoken, then we are doomed.
Change has to start somewhere, and it is not going to happen through governments or laws or politicians.
Change, true change to a world that values happiness and peace over money and hatred, will only come if each and every individual strives toward putting that out in the world. We can’t let the moments of pure happiness be fleeting. The moments of pain should be the fleeting ones. The moments of hate.
We’ve got it all backwards.
We have to start somewhere. But first I must cry for a world that has lost its way. Perhaps hope can be found from the tears.