Doing one's thing. Happily.

I don’t know why some people allow sadness to permeate their lives. They spend more time being sad than happy. Maybe it’s that they have a proclivity for sadness. A chemical imbalance. That brings on depression. Now there are tiny pills being heralded as solutions to sadness. But I suspect the depressed need more talk therapy than pills. They have to learn to talk to themselves. To be persuasive. To convince themselves that it’s much better to be happy. Of course, they’ll say that’s easier said than done. But I don’t completely buy that. I suspect that some of ‘em are downright lazy. It’s easier to fall down than to get up. But think about it. For Sisyphus, he found happiness in his labor. His task. Sisyphus was a wise man. He found happiness. No matter what. He outfoxed the gods. The very gods that tried to punish him and make him unhappy. Instead, he thumbed his nose at the gods. Doing his thing. And being happy about it. –Jim Broede