Hanging Ten ...
It's surprising how many people carry a nuclear bomb in their hip pocket. At the drop of a hat, the wink of an eye, the nod of a horse, the slip of the tongue — oh how I love these little idioms even if they do make me a little crazy— some people seem more than ready to blow up what is good in their lives.
Contentment? Seems impossible for some. It creates some kind of gas in their brains, and before you know it, they are sparking up the fuse to blow everything up.
I never quite understood this nuance in some people's behaviour. I suppose there is some deep psychological reason behind it all, probably some condition called happinessododophobia, but hey, I'm no psychologist. I just know it happens.
Maybe, it's a control issue. Happiness has a way of overpowering you. It sort of sweeps in like a tidal wave, and that can leave you floundering in the surf. The trick is not to fight the ebb and flow of the water, but to go with the flow, so to speak, but some people, well, they tend to fight anything more powerful than themselves. I recommend water wings and the willingness to float along with a feeling that happiness need not always be seen as something that will eventually lead to some kind of inevitable tragedy.
You can't always control the best things in life. Love, friendship, success — all these things can have a power of their own. All you have to do is accept them, hang ten, and enjoy the ride.
It's surprising how many people carry a nuclear bomb in their hip pocket. At the drop of a hat, the wink of an eye, the nod of a horse, the slip of the tongue — oh how I love these little idioms even if they do make me a little crazy— some people seem more than ready to blow up what is good in their lives.
Contentment? Seems impossible for some. It creates some kind of gas in their brains, and before you know it, they are sparking up the fuse to blow everything up.
I never quite understood this nuance in some people's behaviour. I suppose there is some deep psychological reason behind it all, probably some condition called happinessododophobia, but hey, I'm no psychologist. I just know it happens.
Maybe, it's a control issue. Happiness has a way of overpowering you. It sort of sweeps in like a tidal wave, and that can leave you floundering in the surf. The trick is not to fight the ebb and flow of the water, but to go with the flow, so to speak, but some people, well, they tend to fight anything more powerful than themselves. I recommend water wings and the willingness to float along with a feeling that happiness need not always be seen as something that will eventually lead to some kind of inevitable tragedy.
You can't always control the best things in life. Love, friendship, success — all these things can have a power of their own. All you have to do is accept them, hang ten, and enjoy the ride.
