Living For Yourself

I wish all divorces were like Mrs. Doubtfire. You know when Sally Field just calmly tells Robin Williams that she wants a divorce. They both agree and it’s time for hilarious antics. Instead, there is frivolous arguing and constant fighting. Does it really matter who’s right? Is there a person that will give them a medal if they are right?

I just don’t get it. What’s so hard about it? Two people can’t get along. The answer is simple. Separate. You have one life. That’s it. Unless you believe you in reincarnation, you only have one.

That’s one to achieve, inspire, aspire, help, and, most of all, live. It simply doesn’t make sense to me. Why squander your lives away? You are not getting any younger or happier. It’s just wasted time.


Live Life to The Fullest

Children laugh and smile around two hundred times a day. If you’ve ever had the pleasure to spend extended amounts of time with kids, volunteering, teaching, or even time with your own kids, you’ll see. They’re practically giddy for no apparent reason. Anything is fun and everything is about momentary happiness. As we age, laughter is reduced to eight times, roughly.

How do we go from two hundred to eight? Is there just a lack of things to be happy about? To laugh and smile about? Or is there just too much conflict? Too many things to be upset about and argue over.

For me, I don’t know what the key to happiness is. It’s so subjective. But I know you should do what you want and what makes you happy. I mean, really happy. Do something that makes you laugh or smile everyday. It’s so important to feed your happiness monster.

“Be who you are and say what you think because the people that mind don’t matter and the people that matter don’t mind” – Dr. Seuss

I love that quote. It reminds me to always be happy with myself. It reminds me of the people I surround myself with. The fact, that they are content, when I am myself. I am able to say what I want without fear of my circle shunning or ridiculing me. It makes me smile, just thinking about it.

Tick Tock Goes The Clock

You spend so much time fighting and arguing for what? It resolves nothing and just pushes you further away from laughter. It’s just wasted time. Time is so precious. People say that time flies. First, you’re crawling on all fours, crying and pooping yourself and next thing you know, you are old, barely walking with greys strands in your beard.


A tad dramatic, I know.

But when I think about it, the person I was last year is completely different than the man I am now. I’ve changed so much since last April. But I did it, by not wasting time. Think about who you were last year. What did you do? Who were your friends? What music did you like? You’ve changed so much. I know I have.

Focus on yourself and improve. Start a new hobby. Read a book. Try a new sport. Go skydiving. Exercise. Dance. Travel. Do something to achieve to add to your hypothetical achievement shelf. But, most of all, remember, that through it all, you are happy. Every other emotion should be pushed away to make more room for more happiness.

On my deathbed I want to have no regrets. I want to be able to look at hypothetical achievement shelf and see all my accomplishments. All my aspirations achieved.

For now though, I want to focus on myself, find happiness, and ignore pointless arguments.

One thought on “Living For Yourself

  1. i so loved reading this post. Yes. happiness is the key to life. what is life without happiness? it is pointless. On the same token, sometimes it is not easy as said. difficult people make life difficult to live. what i learn over the years is that listen more; talk less. This will create room to think, grow and ultimately come out of that bondage of such situations. Personally, for me I put my trust in God which helps me immensely.
    Happy writing Leroy.


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