Yesterday I watched 2 documentaries. One was on how people subconsciously pick mates. Which got me to thinking that I'm screwed because of my health. People just instinctively look for healthy mates, and with 8 billion or so other choices, the likelihood of my being chosen is slim to none.
The other was about happy places around the world. People who live in conditions that are totally opposite of the way it’s perceived that “most” in the U.S do. In some countries their houses are 3-sides lean-tos because the families can’t afford to get a house built, so they put up what is needed. They don’t have a lot of things (cars, money, toys, etc.), yet they say they’re happy. The message being that happiness is a state of mind and nothing more. Yeah, it’s a state of mind, but the happier people seemed to have more people around them, like family. I suppose it’s not the amount of people one has around them as long as the ones that are, are people you enjoy being around. That would definitely explain why I was happy in Missouri, even though there weren’t a lot of people around me. The people who were around are the ones who made me happy. Unfortunately, the person who made me happiest wasn’t as happy as I was. Now that I’m here I have to find a way to make myself happy, and I’m having trouble maintaining happy feelings for more than a day or two. I’m working on it. I try and meditate every day. I did forget yesterday though. I’m also trying to do more things during the day that make me happy vs. things that don’t. The goal being that the ones that make me happy are on a longer list. No, I don’t make an actual list. One thing that is suggested is to write down five things every day that you’re thankful for and/or make you happy, which I did yesterday.
Anyway, something that a lot of people on the documentaries said was that they were busy all the time. The trick being that they were always doing something which triggered happiness hormones. It’s said that one way to get more of those into your system is by helping other people. It has to do with feeling that someone outside of yourself is more important than you. I guess it kind of forces you to stop thinking only of yourself, which in turn lets you forget about whatever’s making you unhappy.
About the staying busy all the time. I actually do. I guess I need to stop thinking about whether the things are considered important to other people. As long as I did them because I thought they were important is all that matters. I think that’s my biggest issue, wondering if I’m the only one that thinks I’m doing important enough things. But see, if my only purpose is to be happy, and the only person who can do that is me, how will I justify worrying more about me than others? Again, why do I find it necessary to need to justify anything? You know, the whole “selfishness is bad” thing? Everyone needs to be a little selfish though, else they won’t be happy. Hmm… that’s true! So think of yourself enough to be happy then you’ll have enough happiness to share. One of the messages is that people are always asking, “Why is life so hard?” Allegedly the answer is, “It doesn’t have to be. You just need to change the way you think and believe you deserve everything you want and you’ll have everything you need.” The power of intention.