I’m perched on the train seat to work. It’s Friday. I’m listening to the new U2 album. The final working day of my week starts at 10 am. By 5:30 pm, I will be on my way to visit my ageing parents who are battling their own health demons. As my gaze catches the faces of fellow passengers, I notice many of them look unhappy and/or miserable. Why? What is going on in their lives to make them appear so unhappy with their worlds?
Too many people today seem obsessed with money, possessions and appearances. Enough is now never enough as people chase the perfect body, the perfect car, the perfect career. You know what though? Sometimes it’s perfectly fine to have a bit of a tummy or to live in a house that isn’t the mansion you desire. Sometimes we need to just slow down, take stock and appreciate the simple things in life. Sometimes, it’s ok to finish last in a race. Giving everyone a trophy or ribbon for just competing paints the perception that we should be applauded for doing the basics right in life. It creates a culture of miserable people. Why do you need your partner to go on Facebook and applaud you for taking the rubbish to the bin?
Too many children today seem incapable of exploring their imagination unless they have a device on their hands or a television burning brain cells in front of them. Worse still, we adults are gradually slipping into the same boat as well. Members at my local gym spend more time on their devices than they actually do working out. Some friends I have noticed, are incapable of being at home unless the TV is on. Hell, we can’t even go and watch a football match anymore or take our partners out for dinner without relying on our phones for likes, positive comments and other modes of instant gratification to keep our self esteem up. God forbid anyone saying something that doesn’t make you feel “amazing”. Chances are they will be abused or deleted.
It’s ok if people don’t like you. It’s ok if your muffin top pops out over your jeans. It’s ok if don’t fit in. You just have to be yourself because, as Oscar Wilde once said, everybody else is taken.