I’ve been wondering something and maybe you can help me out.
Do people confuse a happy life with a life absent of sadness?
Are we living in pursuit of happiness, or in the pursuit to avoid bad days?
One pursuit can be very fruitful. The other pursuit is impossible.
Life without bad days doesn’t exist. Would we even really want it to exist?
Let’s liken it to running.
Running on flat, smooth surfaces can sound ideal.
It is awesome at first as you practically fly through the air.
But, it gets really boring after awhile.
It starts to hurt, and you find yourself longing for an uphill climb, followed by the jubilation of the less strenuous descent.
Life without the downs would be the same: boring, lackluster, and, ultimately, painful for no good reason.
If we accept that sadness will exist in our lives and that we will have bad days, maybe then we would wrap our arms around those bad feelings. Maybe we would allow them to wash over us. Maybe then we wouldn’t be ashamed of them and instead embrace them.
I wonder something else. Something that scares me.
I wonder if we are teaching our children that being sad is bad and should be avoided. Are we teaching them that we shouldn’t have bad days?
Are we teaching our children that bad days happen. They will ALWAYS happen. That billionaires and perfect famous people have bad days. That people who love their lives and love their jobs have bad days.
Are we teaching them that bad days cannot be avoided? They should be embraced as a beautiful part of our lives? That the climb of a bad day helps us recognize the jubilant descent of a good day?
I recognize that I am slow on the take sometimes. Maybe this is just a quandary in my own head. Tell me, do you allow yourself to have a bad day?
Do you think we are in pursuit of happiness, or are we in pursuit of avoiding sadness? Do you agree that they are two very different things?
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
Mama said there’ll be days like this
There’ll be days like this, my mama said
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