Life: Maybe it's half good.

Unhappy people.  They do harm. Not only to  themselves. But to others. Yes, they often foist their unhappiness on  family members. Their children, for instance. Indeed, that’s sad. And it should be reason for a mother/father to seek help.  To cure their addiction to unhappiness. And that’s what it is in many cases. An addiction.  They need their daily dose of unhappiness. Even when it negatively affects what should be their loved ones.  They’re too unhappy to think about it that way. Because they are absorbed in their own unhappiness to see the wide-ranging consequences. Thus, unhappiness becomes contagious. The whole family is pulled down. I’d like to see unhappy people look at life less selfishly. To quit feeling sorry for themselves. I can’t always tell them that. Because that would get them even more pissed, more unhappy. Indeed, it’s a dilemma. Anyway, I try to exude good vibes and upbeat thoughts in the presence of unhappy people.  But too often that makes things worse. Because they are jealous. They prefer being with other unhappy people. They commiserate.  They share their unending woes.  Of course, it would be better if they did their sharing with a psychiatrist. Someone who could help fix the way they deal with chronic unhappiness. By putting their lives into proper perspective.  Maybe by looking for paths to relative happiness.  By recognizing that life ain’t totally bad.  Maybe only half bad.  Which means that maybe it’s half good. –Jim Broede