I hate the sky, I hate the stupid little birds with their stupid little tweets, I hate the sun and the trees and the neighbors stamping around upstairs. I hate the sound of water through pipes. I hate the snoring of my roommate in the living room — how come that idiot gets pass out on the couch when we’re paying for a two-bedroom apartment?
I hate every television show, every book lying on my dusty shelves. I hate the sounds of the city and the way the light comes through my window, filtering through my eyelids to transform my black oblivion into the fiery orange of wakeful hell.
I hate life.
You know, it doesn’t make sense — yesterday I was fine. Woke up, went to work, met my brother and his wife for dinner before heading home and taking the rest of the night to enjoy myself. It seemed nice, it was nice. Great, really. Life was good when I went to bed. But now…
I hate life.
My mother always said hate was a strong word. She was right. And guess what? Upon reflection, I’ve realized just how powerful hate is as a concept and come to a conclusion:
I hate life!
I’m not depressed. Wait, am I? Maybe. It doesn’t matter. I have work, things to do, people to see. Ugh. People to see. I hate people.
But I can’t stay in bed forever. I get up, trudge through my day with all the grace of an elephant in ballet class. I avoid people when I can, hurl profanity when I can’t, and sixteen hours later return to my bed exhausted.
Sleep’s merciful embrace finds me, thank goodness, and when I awake I’m refreshed and rearing to go. Life’s wonderful. A right box of chocolates — and the best thing about chocolates is they’re all good. Yesterday’s travails don’t even enter my mind. It’s a new day, a better day, and I’m just thankful to live in it.
It’s not often we take the time to reflect on just how vicious the cycle of ups and downs can be, and we should. So many issues in life can be solved were we all to simply take the time to meditate, consider, think. Find the source of discontent, address it, and if the source is unfindable then create a counter-source. An opposing thing that creates happiness in your life.
We’re remarkable, resilient creatures. You are a remarkable, resilient creature. Happiness is within us all, we simply have to find a way to bring it to the surface. Embrace it, link it to something, pin it down so it can’t fade away. Don’t overindulge or you risk its escape. Meditate on it, look forward to it, work for it.