I’m slightly obsessed with happy people. And not just the momentary happiness that material things bring, but that deep down, genuine joy that meets you on the other side of darkness.
I can’t get enough. I don’t know what happened or what went on behind closed doors, but I know that humble, authentic joy that only the other side of struggle brings.
Joy is honest. It’s carefree. It’s a little bit wild. Joy doesn’t care what you think. It’s comfortable. Joy is passionate, and real. It’s present. And okay with it. Joy is fearless, and a little bit dangerous.
The happy people I’m talking about know joy. And they know joy because they know pain. Things were easy, until they weren’t. Things were going well, until they weren’t. But these people made a choice. They were faced with ongoing illusion, and decided against it. They stepped out of the fog, into reality, and then they were free.
When you’re used to perfection, and you’re used to things going your way, there comes a point in your life when you’re faced with this same choice. You can stay in the fog. It is your choice. Or you can escape it. Joy is the light, but the tunnel is dark. You’ll have to go there. You’ll have to face it, on your own, with only your desire for happiness as your guide.
Darkness is scary. It’s unpredictable and emotional. Darkness is mean. It’s bullying and belittling. Darkness doesn’t hold back. It pokes. It vies. But darkness is necessary. It backs down eventually. It plays it’s role eventually. It lets up eventually. But only head on.
You’ll get through. The tunnel will be behind you. You’ll live in the light. You won’t be afraid. You’ll know joy. And it’ll be inspiring. Make your choice.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Beyonce. She speaks very candidly about perfectionism and illusion in her latest album. (Check out Pretty Hurts and Haunted.) I don’t know her story and I don’t know her life, but what I can gather is that she made her choice. And she’s no longer in the fog. I’m slightly obsessed with happy people. She’s one of them.