There’s this path that I’ve been traveling on. It’s pretty cool, I suppose. It takes me this way and that way. Sometimes it goes straight for a long time, other times it feels as if it goes around in a complete circle. Either way, I’m not the only one doing this on a daily basis. No, every single one of us is going down a path.
If you were to take a walk in your neighborhood, you may know what to expect on that path, but occasionally you may be surprised. Say, for instance, a dog barking at you may take you aback. A car backing up out of their driveway, maybe a police cruiser or ambulance speeding by may get your attention.
Just know, that you are not alone. Nor am I.
I wonder about the path I’m on though. I really do. Am I taking an easier path than necessary? Maybe I’m turning into the woods when I should be heading into that open field. Trying to find things that make you happy in this world is necessary. Nobody wants to be grumpy all the time. Unless your name is Oscar. If your name is Oscar, you have my permission to be grouch every once in a while. I think happiness is an achievable feat. I really do.
Finding that one thing, or maybe it’s multiple things that draws your heart to happiness eludes many of us. Sometimes it’s elusive for many years. When you do find it, sometimes we realize that our happiness acts like a drug to just ease our pain for a little while. Thinking back to things that make me happy, I can think of many things that no longer would have that same effect on me if they occurred at this stage of my life.
I hate seeing people fail. I really do. I would never wish ill-will upon a person, even if I didn’t like them that much. I may wish they’d do better, or be better perhaps. In all honesty though, I want nothing but the best for most of us. I’m not in a competition with anybody else, I’m just along for the same ride that they are.
I have a hard time judging people these days. You never know what someone is going through. You never know what may be burdening them, what may be tearing them up on the inside. Many of us have become oblivious to the pain that we once used to feel and may not even realize all the bad vibes we may be giving off.
I try to remain positive throughout each and every day, and some days i succeed and other days I fail miserably. Yesterday, was one of the latter days. I had a bad day yesterday. I questioned the path I’m on. It’s not like I’ve never second or even third-guessed myself, buy yesterday was painfully obvious to me, and probably to most that was near me.
I’m not going to sugar-coat it. Yesterday I was not at my best. So far, today has been much better. My oldest daughter yesterday could tell I was having a moment. I cannot, and for the most part will not tell her every single thing that’s going right or wrong in my life. She knew, however, that her dad was vulnerable for a little while. I hate that. I hate not being Superman when I need to be. My other kids didn’t really seem to pick up that vibe, and by the end of the day my path was clear once again.
It really is a neat thing if you really think about it. Just imagine, if you will, leaving your house one day and not getting in your car. Imagine all of your neighbors just walking out of the house and onto their paths. You look down and see your feet going one foot after another down yours. Sometimes you’d have people to chat with on the way to where you were going, and other times you would have plenty of time to enjoy a little solitude.
What if your children, instead of walking to the bus stop, walked on their own little paths? I like to think of that, and just imagine what is on each one of their paths. I bet my oldest would pass by a lake, maybe a pool. It’s probably filled with friends, money, and cute boys. My next oldest one would pass by photography studios, the YouTube headquarters, friends, her family…oh, and probably cute boys. Next in line, my six-year old’s path would probably be filled with butterflies, sweet dance moves, cooking shows, and plenty of paper to draw on. My youngest daughter’s path, I imagine, would be filled with her family, her pretend “purple grandma,” her toys, my phone, and loud noises.
Then I think of my wife’s path and I imagine it being filled with her family. All of them. I know she misses them and doesn’t get to see them very often. I think of her hopes and dreams, and I see her path being filled with a loving home. It’s filled with all the expert DIYers and home flippers on HGTV, FYI, etc. I see her in her wedding dress again, looking at me like “You better get it right this time, Mister.” I envision her holding our new baby, and making sure our other kids are being taken care of. On her path, I envision her being truly happy.
When I look down at my path it is filled with love. Plain and simple. I want love. I want to feel loved. I want other to feel like they are loved. Even strangers. I want us all to succeed in this life. Not just my family. I want certain member of my family to do better than they are of course. I’m sure they wish the same of me. I look down at my path and see a new home my wife and I can call “ours.” I see me doing home renovations making it everything we want in a home. I see smiles on my kid’s faces, and see them going through every stage of their lives. And do you know what? I sense myself on this path I’m carving enjoying every single second of it.
To anybody reading this, just know that there are empathetic people out there. There are people who care about you, even those you may not even know. Forge your own path people. Find your happiness. Hold onto it.