Misty morning on Kiosk.
There is so much sadness in the world.
I'm not even talking about the big tragedies.
Just the personal ones. The small ones. The ones that consume people's lives.
I have my own battles, of course – I mean, who doesn't? As much as I carry on like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, as much as I have to be happy about (and I have so much), there are times when sadness envelopes me in a sloppy, suffocating kiss.
I have come to think no matter what we have to be happy about, it is never enough.
We are always looking for the next emotional high, rarely pausing to appreciate the small happiness we have already.
It does no good to encourage a sad person to count the things they should be happy about.
They are sad because they want to be.
They like it that way. They must.
Why else do they cling to things best forgotten? Why else can't they move on with what is left of their short lives?
I am surrounded by sadness, it seems.
I try to be a cheerleader, to encourage, to share what small wisdoms I have gleaned in the fight to be happy.
These truths are:
1. Forgive those who have hurt you. Never forget. Never let yourself be a punching bag. But forgive. This is the most important thing you will ever do.
2. Get help. See your doctor. Medication can help.
3. Exercise your body and your mind will be clearer.
4. Find something you love to do and do it.
5. Laugh every chance you get.
6. Live passionately.
Even cheerleaders get the blues, however. And sometimes the pom-poms become so heavy that I can barely lift them.
That's ok, though, because I know I am just tired.
Tomorrow, if I am lucky, I will live to fight another day.
And I will be happy.
Because I want to be.