July 12, 2011
I thought I was overdue for a winding, miserable post, so here it is.
I’ve probably said it before but there’s only so much smiling and ‘happy-happy’ I can do before I want to drop the facade and do something out-of-character. A lot of people will tout inner peace and personal responsibility, blah-blah, and so they should. Those things are good. My gripe, the cynic that I am, lies in the obvious problem with this type of thinking.
Inner peace is all fine and dandy but why neglect the world outside of that ‘inner-ness’? I think, no wait – I know – that real happiness comes from not just our attitudes but also from our surrounding circumstances. What good is a warm, cosy feeling in the bottom of your gut when you’re in an unhappy relationship? Does serenity alone really negate constant disappointment?
I suppose it could be said that being in a better state of mind when going through those things helps but how long can they hold for? The environment finds its way in eventually.
I try to adapt. I try to change my circumstances where I can. I put up with the things that I can’t do anything about (at the moment). How long do I have to wait for these things to bear me fruit?
And here’s the emo tag.
I’m without a voice, still, despite everything I’ve done to grow one. But you have a voice here, you say.
And who hears it?
Who listens to me when I express concern, anxiety, frustration, or my desire to do things my way?
Only the people who tell me to smile and do it their way.
But having the attitude I have, I’m optimistic that I’ll break free of all this tripe of my own accord.