Helplessness

Everyday there is a choice to be made. Happiness or Helplessness. On the face the answer seems easy. Who in their right mind would choose helplessness over happiness. Being helpless sounds tragic and lonely.

Some days though it’s easier to take the helpless route. Playing victim to our own tragedies because it’s easier than forcing happiness.

Happiness takes work…. A lot of work. Happiness means you can’t play victim and wait for the world to be handed over on a silver platter. Some days though, being happy can feel like playing a character. Is this where the phrase fake it until you make it came from. Tricking our very sensitive brain into thinking that what is happening is enjoyable. Convincing the inner thoughts that flowers bloom the brightest after a long storm.

What if it is true? True that after a long life of tragedy there is something happy waiting at the end. The next door that opens will be better than all the others that have closed abruptly.

What if the abruptly closing doors where closed because something, someone higher knew the doors needed to be slammed to emphasize that walking away is better than staying to find out how bad it can be. What if closed doors are what save us from a long life of helplessness.

Good things come to those who wait. You reap what you sow. Patience is a virtue. Rome wasn’t built in a day. All of the one liners that are thrown around to emphasize the need to be patient. Wait until the time is right. To be consistent. Be patient. Take every moment and live it, really embrace what is happening.

Is being helpless and playing victim nature or nurture? Developed through our environment or possibly built into our DNA. Is it something that will have to be fought for the entirety of life? Or is being a helpless victim a mindset?

Even with knowing happiness will ultimately take more work it’s important to prioritize happiness over helplessness. Whatever happiness looks like in the moment.

Exhaust yourself in the pursuit of something better.