On growing up

Growing up, it seems, is a bit of a painful business, to put it lightly. An inspired person I know says that when he looks back at what he was an year ago, he can't believe how much better a person he has become. That's inspirational.

It seems that when you're young (er), you measure your change by the bulk events that occur in your life -- first relationships, the last few years of school, college, your first real jobs. What were you before, what are you after. As you get old (er) though, you see the more gradual changes; you feel how life has settled its heavy hands on your shoulders and pressed you down to the earth, telling you that some things are that you have to be 'adult about', and that now you are actually 'adult' enough to deal with them.

One of the toughest lessons you could learn is that the world doesn't, surprisingly, revolve around you (fancy that!). Younger, even the humblest among us thinks that, hey! This is all pivoting on me! I am the pivot! Everybody's waiting for me. But then you realise that they're not waiting for you, because everybody grew up. And maybe some of them lost their faith in you along the way, while you were busy being fabulous. And maybe you lost your faith in some of them. Maybe we all realised that we're alone in this journey, and that we have to build our survival skills alone.

This is a hard lesson, especially for us silly few who believe in rainbows and happy endings and good things for good people :) Our philosophy is broadly idealistic and highly impractical -- a beautiful world where everyone muddles through together and makes the most and best of every situation together. *Cue the violins*. It doesn't matter that we're practical young professionals with keen intellects and years of solid education backing us, we still believe in this crock. Perhaps we need to maintain some of this possibly destructive idealism, but it bites us, often right in the butt, when the rest of the world plows over it with its practical cynicism and its hard realities.

But that's ageing for you; when you can't escape it, you're old (er) enough to accept it for what it is -- the way of the world, and its people. 

The happiness space

"You need to be happy with yourself to be happy with other people", a smart and wonderful person said today. This was amid a relatively philosophical discussion, and it stopped me in my ruminative tracks, as it were. Happy with yourself. I have always been happy with myself, at least, for as long as I remember -- those days, when I was asked if I was content, I would immediately say yes, much to everyone else's surprise. Not many people seemed happy with their lot in Life.

To say that has changed seems to signal a shift in the planes of my existence. Perhaps this discontent signifies that we have started challenging ourselves unnecessarily, creating discontent. Or that we have become older, with more responsibilities and more reasons to realise how much life sucks, and how unfair this whole damn thing is to all but a lucky few.

But mostly I think it's because we rob ourselves of our simplicity -- we pack on other things. We strap on expectations of others, societal norms, "personal improvement", work "goals", career "aspirations", and we lose sight of important things, like our inner peace. And the ability to have a quiet moment.

And worse, we make lacklustre decisions that we are verree likely to regret later. They are not bad or foolish decisions, just awfully boring, seemingly "necessary" ones. These often leave us muddling through to "finish up", even if we just want to say screw it, I'm not doing this crap.

But to give our sad selves some credit, it seems that as we grow older, the world around us, the way our attachments change in their own spheres, the awareness of aging and the terrible bloody banality of have-to-do-no social engagements (peppered with inane questions and ridiculous small-talk) slowly attack our IP. Or perhaps it is our lack of IP that causes us to be that affected by this agglomerated melancholy.

I suppose the bottom line is that we have to build our own happiness. I feel lists might help, and organization. Smiling at yourself and telling yourself that no, you are prettier than them, and that no, you started this, now you'll finish it. It means beating down the negative sentiments that dog us about our incompetence, unacceptability, unloveability, undesirability, etc. And I really think it entails a whole lot of not taking yourself too seriously, and not taking all but a very few very seriously.

 It's a bit of an effort, but if we can achieve (or re-achieve) that happiness with who we are, mad flaws and all, we might find that our reactions to those nasty little curve balls Life seems to throw at us are better, more positive, and definitely simpler. We might find that we no longer walk around with bright smile and a slightly cloudy heart (note the clever weather analogy).

If you still can't find that happinness, though, looks like the helpful folk at freaking wikipedia are willing to lend a happy hand:

http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Happy-Being-Yourself

Move over, all existential philosophers who ever wrote tomes on how to be happy with oneself. Wikhow will put all you fellows to shame.

Thoughts over tea

Have been meeting some different types recently, due to some new developments in life. Quite a few of them work in NGOs and research organizations -- the horrors that well-heeled corporates shudder at. Low pay! Humanitarian aid! Run! :)

One of these is a tiny young woman who's currently involved in community rehabilitation in Jaffna. She sat across us at the table in that ragged canteen as we, a motley group of 20-somethings from weird and wonderful walks of life, discussed life, love and, well, boys, over hot tea and helapa. I freaking love helapa. She told us about her work in the North and about how words can barely express how beautiful the land is, and how interesting and open the people are. She's wiry and energetic and as she spoke with her hands flying and her eyes glittering (seriously), you could see how excited she was about it, how enthralled by the sheer awesomeness of the life she's living.

While a part of me was truly envious that you could be so in love with what you do, a part of me was fascinated -- what is it like to be so passionate about something? 

Reconciling

Sometimes finding the line is difficult, because the line between "right" and "wrong" is almost fictional, and is always completely subjective. When making decisions, I find myself toeing the line with unease, a part of me firmly grounded in the strong moralistic teachings that have were faithfully ground in to my by our trusty missionary service, a part of me aching to break free of all this virtuous crap and be the free-thinker that my education and life experience have taught me to be.

Perhaps it is this dichotomy that holds the seed for most of the inter-generational conflict we see today, not counting the internal conflicts that go unmentioned. There's such a tug-of war between the indoctrinated beliefs that we were weaned on and the iconoclastic culture that the Age of Internet has brought us. Where is the line, then? How do we reconcile ourselves?

Perhaps it's east to ignore the struggle--I know plenty of young, educated minds that firmly abhor all things outside belief. "prudes" we call them, why can't they live a little? Maybe this is just their way of dealing with the conflict within themselves, surely it's easier than questioning yourself constantly, God knows. 

Then there's the other lot--the smokers and jokers. The ones the aunties talk about, the ones you whisper about, while secretly wishing you had half the guts to do something that wild. Again, a great way of dealing with, beginning and ending with that beautiful sentiment: fuck this, fuck this all.

But for the rest of us, constantly questioning Life, belief and reconciliation of the self with the two, it's a long and arduous journey towards gaining some peace of mind. Fuck this, I say, fuck this all :)

Put a little tolerance in yer heart :)

“Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.”

Carl Sagan

You and Yourself

A song by one of my favourite-st bands on the beauties of solitude and the plus points of, sometimes, not really needing other people or their company. Listen to The Weepies if you haven't :)

Ask me no questions

And I'll try really hard not to tell you any lies.

I wonder why people think they have the absolute right to know everything about you. Today, I was struck by just how many things people ask you at first meeting, expecting you be willing to divulge without discrimination. This bit of world wisdom struck me today as I met someone new, and in the spirit of cordiality, asked her where she last worked. This unleashed a barrage of questions: How long have I worked, when am I leaving, where am I going, is this my first job, what was my first, blah, blah blah, blah, blah. As I brilliantly diverted her, my mind wandered.

Is it because, now, in the age of "sharing" everything, keeping info to yourself makes you an "introvert", even "a little shy, weird you know", "closed up"? We seem to be expected to tell all-who we  work with, what we do EXACTLY please, how much we make, what we want to do in life, where we WANT TO BE, who we're with, for how long, what the sex is like.We're even expected to rationalize our life choices and beliefs, explain why we go to our churches, give money to beggars, wear our hair this way, decide to not study, not marry, not have a happy brood of kids by the tender age of 22.

Someone called me "closed up" recently. A good friend too, at that. Well, hell, if I don't want to divulge it, you can't do a good damn thing about it :)

But tell me, really, where do you SEE yourself in 10 years? ;)

All Time Low Behaviours

I imagine everyone has a way they deal with or behave during those (hopefully) rare moments in life when one feels defeated, left out and generally fucked by universal energy.

My least favourite of these behaviours, from what I've observed at least, is the tendency to lash out at others, bang doors, curse violently and inventively and generally become a fat worm up everyone's asses.

Some, I know, listen to hard, thrashing music, hoping to beat out the misery, or at least if God is merciful, block it out for a little.

Some eat. Gorge. Feel sick, gorge some more.

Some bawl. Noses dripping, undignified, ruined tissues all around them, generally a hot mess with no one to see them.

Some update their Facebook status and damn but if that's not good gossip for the rest of us!

And then some of us, put on Adele, take out the tub of ice cream, sit in a corner and scare the cats in the neighbourhood with a heartfelt, from-the-gut, caterwauling version of "Someone like you".

Favourite bit being, " Never mind I'll find someone li-ike youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhoooooooo, I wish nothing but the best for youuuuuuuuuuhooooooooooooooooooo...." etc. Really,it's too much for the written word.

Hafoi. Pathetic only.