I was talking to my aunt over the weekend and she is such a lovely cheery soul. She was looking the best I had seen her in a few days and we were so happy to get some time to spend together and just catch up. She is so cat-like. She loves to bask and enjoy life and appreciate all the wonderful moments and the great things she has in her life.
She recently moved to live near a friend of hers and last time I met her she wasn't her usual cheery self and while I was remarking about how good she looked she told me her secret. Her friend is such a pessimist and she had never really realised it till she moved and was around her all the time. She had a way of just taking the joy out of anything. For a while she had began to buy into it. She would wake up optimistic and full of anticipation and run into her friend and promptly have it explained to her why she had absolutely no reason to be happy.
She would be cheerful because it was such a lovely day and her friend would wonder why was she going out when it was so hot and dusty and how tired she would get walking to where she was going. She would come home excited about something someone she had met on her walk had told her and her friend would tell how she really shouldn't talk to strangers, who knows what terrible things these people would do to her. She had tons of stories like these and we laughed about it, but I couldn't help but think of my own naysayers, beginning with that little one that sits on my shoulder and whispers things into my ears. She had discovered what downer her friend was and had decided to simply pay no attention to her anymore. That was the secret.
I'm reminded of this today when I heard some people talking about how bad things were in the country and how they can only get worse. The person saying it sounded so certain and they came to me with all the reasons why everything was going down hill. My reaction surprised the both of us. This person is a dear friend and we have many lovely animated conversations but I just totally ignored him, and he slowly trailed off and went off to find something interesting to do. It felt good to choose not to go down that path with him. And the truth is, none of us have any idea what would happen tomorrow. I'm not doom and gloomy right this moment though and I can choose to focus on thoughts that feel good. Like everything working out and all being well. It feels so good to do that and not so good to go down the other path. I have so many things that bring joy to my life, am I supposed to be miserable and anxious because of something someone else has chosen to imagine and talk about?
The imagination is a beautiful thing and I prefer to use mine to bring me pleasure. It feels so good to feel good. Why would I want to stop? I am reminded of a story in Pollyanna Grows Up. The sequel to the The Glad Book. Pollyanna enters a writing competition and she would love to win. Its her first attempt and she decides that she is going to act like she is going to win it anyway, this way she gets to be happy as she thinks about how happy she will be. The results will be announced in a few months and thinking that she is going to win she gets to be happy the whole time whether she does win in the end or not. This way if she gets disappointed she'll have three months of happiness in the meantime. What's the point of this story? There is no point. It is a pleasant thought though, not letting the possibility of something bad happening, cheat you out of more feel good time. If things could go two ways and one feels better, why not pick the thought that feels better, simply because it feels better? Choosing to go down the other path simply makes no sense at all.
Pollyanna didn't win the competition in the end, but she had a great time and lots of lovely things happened in that time that it wasn't so important for her to win after all. And she didn't stop feeling good.
And that's what I call a happy ending.



