Why are people not happy? Maybe more to the point, why are people so angry? Last Easter I gave up Twitter for Lent. I missed the vitriol for about a week then discovered I was far happier not participating in it.
I used to be one of those asshats that would post all things political across my Facebook page. One day I made an announcement that from that day forward I would no longer be posting anything that had to do with politics. I had friends that I wanted to keep friends so it was time to get over that which I could never change.
My friends know I am a Christian. They know I hate big government. What else is there to say? I’m not changing anyone’s mind by posting some meme that ridicules the other side’s belief. And there is nothing anyone will ever be able to post to make me forgo my faith or become a communist. Time to move on and take the argument to HuffPo or TheBlaze. I’m done. I’m happier.
I was floating down the river yesterday with one of the adults during our youth kayak trip. Bolivia was on our minds as it tends to be when we get together. She said that since she returned that she was even more focused on contentment.
Living in America is a wonderful thing. The conveniences are unlike anyplace else in the world. But we aren’t really that happy. People are so rushed and mad all the time. It seems most are not content. They aren’t happy with where they are and what they have. Maybe the government and the games it plays at the local and federal levels are to blame. Maybe it’s bad luck. Maybe it’s greed. Maybe this is just how a pagan culture is.
We visited a poor community in Bolivia. They literally lived at the dump. We went to visit the children and provide them with a day’s rations. We opened up a bag of chocolate milk and filled their cups. We gave them a piece of bread. The next couple of hours were spent playing with these wonderful little kids. They were content. They were happy.
I wish that the poor in America would be as content but they are pissed off that the cable didn’t get turned on today. And that makes them angry. Then it boils over and one day they burn shit down.
I don’t know if it’s easier to be angry and unhappy or what. I for one surely have my moments of discontent. 1st world problems, as it was. But over the last year I have endeavored to discover those things which make me happy and stop being an ass. I’ll always have an interest in being politically and culturally informed but there is not much I can do about any of it.
I just don’t want to be angry all the time. Surrounding myself with positive and happ(ier) people, virtual or physical, is far more pleasant.
And thus ends the third ramble. Thanks for reading.