24 mai 2010

Put on a happy face! :)


It's a common belief that positive thinking leads to a happier,healthier life.
As children,we're told to smile and be cheerful.And put on a happy face.
As adults,we're told to look on the bright side,"to make lemonade and see glasses as half full".

Sometimes reality can get in the way of our ability to act the happy part,though.Your health can fail,boyfriends can cheat..friends can disappoint.It's in these moments when you just want to drop the act and be your true scared,unhappy self.

Ask most people what they want out of life and the ansewer's simple...To be happy...
Maybe it's this expectation,though,the wanting to be happy...that just keeps us from ever getting there...
Maybe the more we try and will ourselves to states of bliss..the more confused we get ...to the point where we don't recognize ourselves.Instead we just keep smiling..trying like hell to be the happy people we wish we were.
Until eventually it hits us,it's been there all along:not in our dreams or hopes,but in the known,the comfortable,the familiar....happiness

22 mai 2010

Are you ok?

Are you ok?
Every time someone asks me that question "I say I'm fine thank you"but to be honest I'm not...
Do people really want to know how I feel when they ask "how are you?"or are just trying to be polite?
The next time the women across the road says to me"How are you?"I'll say to her,well I'm actually not very well at all,thank you. I'm feeling a bit depressed and lonely,pissed off at the world,envious of you,but not particulary envious at your husband for having to live with you...then I'll tell her about how I started a new job,meet lots of new people and about how I'm trying hard to pick myself up,And I'll tell her how it pisses me of when everybody says time is a healer,when at the same time they also say absence makes the heart grow fonder which really confuses me because that means that the longer he's gone the more I want him.
I'll tell her that nothing is healing at all,and every morning I wake up in my empty bed,because it feels like salt is being rubbed in those unhealing wounds.
And then I'll tell her how much I miss him,and about how worthless my life seems without him,how uninterested I am in getting on with things without him.
She'll probably say"oh,that's good"like she allways does.
What do you think?