“…now that he was safe, out of poverty’s reach, he no longer felt that keen sense of happiness. He lived in comfort and peace, which was already lucky. He had money. Yet that wild happiness, the kind one must wrest from life, that was behind him.” – The House of Scorta by Laurent Gaude
I’ve wrested from life my happiness,and yes, it feels good. It feels better than having it laid out before you. It feels better than trying to ration it out. To have to decide to embrace, indulge, enjoy, engage in your life, in what you have, in that moment, grants you a satisfaction that comfort and ration can’t.
You see it in the eyes of people who have to grasp their happiness from life- it is rich, it is full, it is good.
I would argue that those who’ve never had to dig out their happiness, never had to kick life in the face to take hold of their happiness, never had dance upon their own sorrows, don’t even really know what it is to be happy.
So I’m grateful, I’m grateful for the opportunity to demand from myself that I take what I am given, what I have in any given moment, and that I do something with it to make a memory, to bring a smile to a face (mine or someone else’s), to feel and act alive in the moment. No matter what they tell you, our moments are all we have. Because what those of us know on this side of life is this: we can’t control our lives, even by way of the best laid plans, even through respectable efforts. And, whatever happens in the long run, don’t you want to say you lived along the way?
And so often, what those who don’t understand this way of life may see as poor decisions or lack of self control (going to a movie with your last bit of cash or eating chocolate for breakfast for days in a row), those of us on this side of life know that what we are doing is wresting from life our happiness. And if you don’t know how to do that, if you don’t have to do that, if you aren’t doing that, do you even know what it is to be alive, to have happiness?
If your life is full of safe guards and comfy cushions all around you, do you know what it is to victoriously snatch from life your joy? To wade through darkness and thorns to reach the light and comfort of your home? To push past everything around and within you to wrap your hands around some sweet elixir of joy to drink and pour out for those you love?
“Make the most of your sweat.” The House of Scorta by Laurent Gaude
I say, make the most of everything. Your sweat, your day, your money, your moment, your food, your friends, your family, your location, your situation, your resources. Don’t wait for a better day, a better moment. Take pictures. Write about it. Tweet it. Make it your facebook status. Text someone about it. Live your life every day, every moment you can and don’t be afraid to document it. Sometimes, you may need reminding. Sometimes, someone else will need inspiration. Live out loud. You may as well. You only get to do it once. And don’t you want to say you did, you lived?