So I was trying to decide what to do with my hair. I somehow manage to always end up with the same haircut, in variations. below my shoulders, a little layered and some kind of brown. That is of the last 10 years or so. And it's getting to feel awfully uninspired. I know I have alright hair. It's naturally curly, but I straighten it to feel good about it. Straight hair is just more socially acceptable in my world.
Question is though, why do I want to change? Why do we always think we want something different than what we have. A constant motion towards a goal we can't quite picture. We can be like stubborn little children proclaiming that "I don't wanna" but things will change, with our without our help. Moments can't be frozen and emotions aren't always as predictable as we think. Lets do an example. In 3rd grade a friend of mine and I had some sort of pocket horses, really small that we used to play with. It was fun. I enjoyed doing it. The habit of doing so three times a day is however broken. I have no idea what happened to my horses, they probably fell off the road somewhere down memory lane along with a lot of other things. But the memory is still there. Now, how does this illustrate my point? I was quite happy when I played with her and those toys, but I had to change, I outgrew it whether or not I liked it. I lost touch with her even though she was my best friend for years. I don't feel about her the way I did when I was a child, nor would I enjoy playing that game in the same way if I was to meet her and attempt it again. The world has shifted too many times since then for those moments to come back. All I can do is bottle that emotion and try to feel like that again. But can I? Really? Part of being that child is to not see the bigger picture and not worry about what's to come but to only play with those horses in the grass outside a brick building.
Change happened, it's not something I decided on. What makes us happy also changes over time, as does our ability to know what happiness is. Perhaps happiness isn't a state of mind, only an ability to notice the good things and not being blindsided by all the other issues that bring us down, and hoping that those brief moments of sheer happiness aren't too far apart. Yes I have now solved the mystery of happiness.
Think about time like a piece of string with tiny knots. Each knot is a moment of happiness, if the string has lots of knots it brings texture and you don't lose intrest in following the string. That is if they happen occationally, if they happen constantly you'll need an even bigger knot to notice them. We need those flatlines inbetween to notice the knots, which, yes, are being used here to mean happiness. Therefore happiness can't be a constant state, it's those smaller parts that makes us look back and think "wow, that was pretty amazing", like playing with some pocket horses in the grass.
Change means to leave things behind and move on to find new moments to remember. And now I also remember why I have this haircut. I can't decide what else to do with, and it will change over time as well, no matter what I decide to do with it, it'll turn grey and perhaps it'll get thinner. I can live with that as long as I get to decide for myself which way it's cut.
Question is though, why do I want to change? Why do we always think we want something different than what we have. A constant motion towards a goal we can't quite picture. We can be like stubborn little children proclaiming that "I don't wanna" but things will change, with our without our help. Moments can't be frozen and emotions aren't always as predictable as we think. Lets do an example. In 3rd grade a friend of mine and I had some sort of pocket horses, really small that we used to play with. It was fun. I enjoyed doing it. The habit of doing so three times a day is however broken. I have no idea what happened to my horses, they probably fell off the road somewhere down memory lane along with a lot of other things. But the memory is still there. Now, how does this illustrate my point? I was quite happy when I played with her and those toys, but I had to change, I outgrew it whether or not I liked it. I lost touch with her even though she was my best friend for years. I don't feel about her the way I did when I was a child, nor would I enjoy playing that game in the same way if I was to meet her and attempt it again. The world has shifted too many times since then for those moments to come back. All I can do is bottle that emotion and try to feel like that again. But can I? Really? Part of being that child is to not see the bigger picture and not worry about what's to come but to only play with those horses in the grass outside a brick building.
Change happened, it's not something I decided on. What makes us happy also changes over time, as does our ability to know what happiness is. Perhaps happiness isn't a state of mind, only an ability to notice the good things and not being blindsided by all the other issues that bring us down, and hoping that those brief moments of sheer happiness aren't too far apart. Yes I have now solved the mystery of happiness.
Think about time like a piece of string with tiny knots. Each knot is a moment of happiness, if the string has lots of knots it brings texture and you don't lose intrest in following the string. That is if they happen occationally, if they happen constantly you'll need an even bigger knot to notice them. We need those flatlines inbetween to notice the knots, which, yes, are being used here to mean happiness. Therefore happiness can't be a constant state, it's those smaller parts that makes us look back and think "wow, that was pretty amazing", like playing with some pocket horses in the grass.
Change means to leave things behind and move on to find new moments to remember. And now I also remember why I have this haircut. I can't decide what else to do with, and it will change over time as well, no matter what I decide to do with it, it'll turn grey and perhaps it'll get thinner. I can live with that as long as I get to decide for myself which way it's cut.
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