CAUTION: Work in Progress

In conversation, a friend of mine mentioned I deserved the happiness that came my way. Me deserving happiness is a concept still so unfamiliar, also because I had these weird ideas of what it actually meant to be happy. But after talking to him(Him, Yes him. I have male friends, its not unheard of!) I realised I was truly happy because I was doing things on my terms (I promise not to pull a Warhol on you guys!)  Reminds me of something that stuck with me ever since I first heard it:

“Tell me Edmund, do you have someone special in your life?”

“Well yes, as a matter of fact I do.”

“Who?”

“Me.”

“No, I mean someone you love, cherish and want to keep safe from all the horror and the hurt?”

“Erm…still me. Really.”

Why is it that we lose sight of us being the most important people in our lives- is it because society decided to term it selfishness? Who decided selfishness is a bad thing? There’s an entire ethical theory which stipulates that self love is brilliant as long as it doesn’t harm others.

Why do we thank or blame whatever supreme infinite we believe in for everything that comes our way? We’ve worked towards it(or haven’t), haven’t we?

Why do we keep undermining ourselves? Our self worth? Why do we keep looking for reasons to be happy?

I’m yet to come across someone who is happy, just because. Everyone says love is a beautiful feeling, so fall in love with yourself, your strengths, your weakness. Stop looking for happiness outside, its right there, within you.  Smile, laugh, dance all you want, cry if that helps (your eyes may burn, that’s not too pleasant, but to each his own!).

YOU are the protagonist of your story. YOU are the author. YOU are the editor.

YOU are the architect of the days to come. Alter your structures as much as you want.

Because at the end I guess all we are is- Work in Progress.


*DISCLAIMER: These are ideas we have all come across, and I won't claim credit, but these also ideas that need reiteration.