Monday, 24 December 2012

looking for happiness

We are all looking for happiness unless of course we’ve already got it and blessed are those few that have. This is why we have so many self-help books, enough now to cover the equator 78 times.  Have you read ‘The Secret?’ 80 million copies sold. Page one informs you that ‘the secret,’ was handed down to us by the ancient Babylonians and clearly it worked for them that’s why there’s so many running around.  You can’t move with all the Babylonians living in London.

Next the author tells you Plato, Leonardo Di vinci, Beethoven, Einstien and many others were inspired by his book.  I’m going to use that idea, giving myself reviews from dead people. The next 600 pages are filled with advise that boils down to “Think happy thoughts and your dream will come true” just like Tinkerbell promised.” All of this self-help was stolen from Walt Disney he was the father of the new age. “Whistle a happy tune, if you believe in fairies, clap your hands.” From this philosophy flowed “The little Mermaid”, “Snow White” and some early Mickey Mouse. Walt knew the secret of happiness too bad he’s on ice. We’ve got to defrost this guy to squeeze out some more wisdom. Walt knew when to make an exit.

existence pros and cons

Why are we so mean to ourselves?   What did we do wrong?  Why, if we are the best that evolution has tossed up so far, are we so abusive to ourselves. Each of us has a nagging parent implanted in our heads. ”Don’t do that…why didn’t you….you should have….but you didn’t” on an endless loop tape. (My mother would say she was only telling me what a failure I was because she loved me). Most of us if we ever compared our inner leit-motif, would sue each other for plagiarism; our internal themes are so alike.

No other species is as cruel as we are to ourselves. We’d never dream of treating our pets the way we treat ourselves.  We whip ourselves to keep moving like we would an old horse till it falls over exhausted; the hooves made into glue. We even treat our own underpants with more compassion, delicately spin drying them, adding softener so they don’t have such a bumpy ride, hanging them to dry in a cool breeze. I have asked so many people if they have ever had the voice in their head say,  “Congratulations you’ve done a wonderful job and may I say how attractive you are today.”  The answer is no one.  I’m sure they’re out there I just never met them.

 The problem is that now we use words and when we do underperform, the inner voices begin with ‘I should have ’ and ‘I could have.’ That old familiar tune.

 Here’s another way in which we distract ourselves from the big question; we have an aspect of the human condition that might not be as positive as we’d like; our obsession to keep busy. There is no time to rest, no time to think about what we really should be doing. I’m not criticizing I’m as driven as the next person.
It got so bad that when I went into labour while doing a TV show, the floor manager gave me “5-4-3-2“ someone would cut the cord and “Action.”
Ghandi said, “There is more to life than speed.”  Unfortunately he didn’t tell us what, he just left us hanging while he pranced around in his nappy.