Day 2

Be happy.

Just be happy.

Just wake up every day and live your life the way you want to, without regard for what anyone else says you should do or say or think.

Because you deserve to be happy.

You deserve to "treat yo self" every year, every week, hell even EVERY DAY. 

But as nice as that sounds...

You're not going to wake up happy every day. You won't even stay happy all day every day. You can't.

And that's okay.

"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results" -Albert Einstein.

You are a person. A human person. And you make mistakes. And those mistakes will ruin your day and your week and your year and your life... if you let them.

So the next time you mess up, just think about your life 20 years from now. What will you be doing?

I'll probably be on Ellen, discussing my third New York Bestselling novel. And do you think 

41-year-old bestselling novelist me is going to be thinking about 20-year-old me's existential crisis?

Well I will. Because it's what will have made me disgustingly rich. But that's beside the point.

"He said: I have seen the others
and I have discovered
that this fight is not worth fighting
I have seen their mothers
and I will no other
to follow me where I'm going

So, take a shower, shine your shoes
you got no time to lose
you are young men you must be living
Take a shower, shine your shoes
you got no time to lose
you are young men you must be living
go now you are forgiven"

The General, Dispatch

There are only 24 hours in a day.

1,440 minutes.

86,400 seconds.

That's 86,400 chances (at the most) that you have to be happy. That you get to be happy. Do you want to waste them complaining about how nobody makes you happy?

Or do you want to make yourself happy?

I  love music from the early 2000's. It's a guilty pleasure, really.

So if I listen to cheesy 2000's R&B for the duration of the 2 hours it takes me to get ready in the morning, and there are 120 minutes in 2 hours...

That's only 1,320 more minutes that I have to be happy. That I get to be happy.

And then you add in 8 or so hours of sleep, 60 minutes in an hour X 8 hours = 480 minutes.

1,320 - 480 = only 840 more minutes...

That's not a lot of time.

I need to start focusing more on those 840 minutes I guess.

Which means more time listening to 2000's music.

More time getting ready in the morning.

More time smiling at people.

And less time looking back.

EDIT:

All this time I've let the negativity of the world around me harden me and keep me grounded. But I'm a bird. I'm not meant to stay on the ground.. I'm meant to fly. To soar, high above the clouds where the world below, and all its problems, look so miniscule. I'm meant to wake up every day with a song in my heart that I just can't keep inside. That's why I write, because no matter what is around there is always another story besides yours waiting to be told. And you get to tell it anyway you'd like. But I'm not a writer because I love this world and all its stories and problems. I love this world because I'm a writer.