Ideally, we humans strive to make ourselves happy and content throughout our lives on earth. We want to be happy in our careers, so we work hard and try to succeed. We want to be happy in our relationships, so we cultivate our friendships and loves so that we may enjoy closeness to other people. We want to be happy with our CD collections, so we listen to the radio and take note of the songs and bands we like in order that we may go to Sam Goody and purchase such.
But there can come a point where we lose the subtle mental connection between our actions and our happiness; a point where we become so inured to life’s highs and lows that we forget that what we do affects how we feel, and no matter how hard we try to remember, we can’t convince ourselves that anything we do makes any difference whatsoever to anyone, anywhere.
When that happens, simple things become very hard to do. Washing dishes, doing laundry, and taking out the trash become these huge ordeals. Getting out of bed in the morning becomes the biggest chore of them all. You lie there thinking “Should I? Shouldn’t I?” and if you do, it’s not because you found a reason to, it’s because you’re afraid not to, lest things get worse.
Sometimes we try to pick ourselves up by doing things we enjoy. For instance, if you like music, as I do, you might buy a CD. But there’s only so much mileage you can get out of your favorite hobby before even it starts to feel like a perfunctory routine, and so loses its appeal. I myself haven’t bought a CD in about three years.
If this happens to you regularly, as it does to me, what do you do? Do you just wait around for a better frame of mind to surround you, like I do? Does God help you out? Do you have people around that can support you? Or is there something you can do to remind yourself that there’s a point to it all, and what that point is?
Don’t mind me, I tend to go a little buggy on these lonely Saturday nights 