As someone who--for nearly a decade--was an expert in unhappiness, I'm learning what makes living with flair so important. At our worst, we become deeply cynical and disillusioned with our own lives. Everything's wrong. Nothing's working. We want to abandon ship and find new lives somewhere else. We become desperate for change, desperate to feel alive, desperate for love.
We need to catch each other in our descent and turn our faces back to the light.
We need to find the flair right here in the muck. We need to rise above it. Our happiness is at stake.
It's just too easy to find out what's wrong. We do it naturally. My natural inclination is to figure out what's not working, what's out of place, what's off kilter. The brain seeks proportion and harmony, so we easily identify variation and error.
But we get stuck there in despair. We can't move forward. Or else we take drastic measures to put things right. We act out of fear and confusion.
Maybe a better technique means I find out what's right.
What might happen if I focus on those small nuggets of good in whatever wrongness or sorrow I'm experiencing? Most days, the temptation to criticize and complain takes over the whole landscape of my soul like clouds moving over the sky. My heart aches and I sink down into the mire. God is neither good nor trustworthy in this particular landscape. I let that lie fester and bleed out.
I'm still in my life with all its drama. But instead of sinking down, I'm rising above it in a glorious ascension.
(Landscape photo courtesy of Ian Britton at freefoto.com and Hot Air Balloon by Beverly and Pack flickr)