So, picture this…you're a toad….a little toad…and you're minding your own beeswax, hopping down the side of the road, out of the way of the cars…because you're a safety conscious kind of toad, and SPLAT out of nowhere a kid rides over with his bike and squashes your guts right out of you…literally.
Now, in this kid's defense, he didn't see the toad, he would have never intentionally tried to squash the toad and was really, REALLY broken up by the fact that it was his bike that hastened this toad's demise. And that's where the funeral comes in.
We scooped up the toad and dug a hole in the backyard and gently placed the poor toad in the hole. Friends were gathered. Kind words were spoken. Several lovely renditions of this handsome toad were placed on his gravesite. I've heard rumors of a candlelight vigil…
But that's how life is. You're hopping along minding your own beeswax, enjoying the beautiful day, when BAM! something smacks you, squashing you and making you feel like your guts are squished out of your side.
And when this happens you have two choices: 1. Stay there on the asphalt, feeling squashed and pitying yourself and your circumstances, waiting to be finished off by some scavenging crow or nosy cat or hulking vehicle; or 2. You can peel yourself off the asphalt and drag yourself along the best you can, feeling lucky to still be alive and blessed to be able to admire the beautiful blue sky, until eventually, your wounds are healed.
If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times, your happiness is up to you and your state of mind. It's not someone else's fault or that you don't have the right job or the right friends or the right car or live in the right city or have enough money or when you get to this point or through that or because something happened to you or something didn't happen to you. It's simply up to you to decide to be happy.
If you find yourself feeling blue, it's up to you to find something…anything…to be happy about. It shouldn't be too hard. Most of us are so very blessed beyond measure, yet we rarely stop to think how much we have to be thankful for.
Of course, some days just plain suck, it's true. But it's up to you to get up the next day and make it count for something, make it a sunshiny day, regardless of the forecast.
Yes, I know it sounds very Pollyanna-ish, but life is a lot better when you're happy. And frankly, what's the point of having a sad, low, unhappy, blue life? So, I say, if what you have going for you isn't making you happy, change something, find something…anything…to be happy about and go from there.
It's a starting point.
Because it's better than being a squashed toad with your guts squished out of your side…even if you get a nice sendoff by a bunch of well-meaning kids.
**Note: I'm not addressing clinical depression or mental health issues. If you are depressed are having suicidal thoughts, etc. please get help from a professional!
Over and out…