For the past few weeks I have been through a series of ups and downs of sleepless nights and breakfastless mornings. Some good news thrown here, some bad news thrown there. Last night, I slept with one line and one line alone after watching Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman on TV, “The bad stuff is easier to believe.” I’ve always been in love with the film-mostly because of Richard Gere- but after last night I loved it even more.
“Some people sulk and sulk and sulk” according to a friend of mine who I was talking to mid-afternoon yesterday and it was true. There are people who just love sulking, who love misery, who love destructive emotions and for what? Nothing. Exactly, nothing.
I, in all honesty was guilty of this for the past few weeks but after last night I realized one thing:
We do not need negativity in our life
Negativity though, can be turned into something positive (ie. studying for exams is perceived as negative) if placed into the right context or if Offered Up. It is human to hurt, to feel bad and to sulk but never forget to get out of there. I guess negativity here entails excessively sulking in the
mud quicksand of misery. As much as I’d like to use mud, I see quicksand more fitting as mud is only about getting yourself covered in it while quicksand is all about you being sucked into this sad vacuuming pile of sadness poo. Yes, sadness poo. You do not want to be vacuumed into that for two reasons: 1. It’s consuming and a waste of time for your short-little life and 2. It’s poo.
Negative consumes you, it drains you and pulls you into the dark side; making you lost and all-the-more sad. Feel bad but do not sulk too long. I think sulking pulls you down from the clouds sometimes which is a good thing but too much sulking will pull you down into that pile I was talking about; thus, sulk responsibly.
I guess this whole thing also entails a huge shift in perception, it’s not just action-based where you let go of things but also learning to look at things in the right, positive way. Being told that you’re horrible in math can mean two things: 1. You can never be good in math or 2. You teach a person not to judge others by trying and proving them wrong.
I’d love to babble about this more but as most of you might have expected, senior year is like math and I’m going for the second option of trying and proving (not others) myself that I can do this. But here’s the main takeaway for today: You do not need negativity in your life. Smile, walk on, beat against the current (ala Jay Gatsby style) and fight to either avoid the poo or get out of that pile of poo because sulking might feel nice now but it will never taste as good as happiness.