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Master Don Juan
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While this may be obvious to some, it dawned on me just a short while ago.
Furthermore, this may be more applicable to some than others, but hope it helps somebody.
Until recently, even on my journey to self-improvement, my life was still centered around a few negative aspects. My group of buddies were goths. I listened to Marilyn Manson when I was sad - the music made me angry at the world. My drawn art consisted of people with blacked out faces and white night gowns, gravestones, and the reaper. I did extensive research on school shootings because I was jealous of all the popular preps in my school, and hearing about other people's pain made mine easier, or so I thought.
These things don't help. In the long run, you are only digging your own grave.
So one day, I said 'Screw It', and tossed all of my art, all MM and Children of Bodom albums, stopped visiting all negative sites. Funny how it changed me. When I became sad, instead of turning it into anger by drawing or listening to hate music, I thought about positive things - all the things I am fortunate to have.
I looked at an inspiration book in the bookstore once. I forget the title, but the author told the story of his life, and his accident that left him paralyzed from the waist down. Confined to the wheelchair, he did not see a point in living at first, since his entire life was ruined. But life went on. He adapted, and found other things he never noticed about his life, things he was lucky to have. Found them, and treasured them. His life went on.
I realize how many people in this world are worse off than me, and getting mad over something as trivial as popularity suddenly lost its 'appeal'. So i thought happy when I was sad. The time periods between my fits of depression became wider, and eventually they stopped.
Today, as I walk through the cafeteria in my high school, I don't talk to the goths any more. I don't see what they are pissed off about anymore, even though I was one of them. Don't see, or don't want to remember, as once, it was part of my past. All I know is that we all constantly make a choice, and mine and theirs have nothing in common. The myth that people can affect our mood is just that: a myth. Only you can decide how you want your day to go
. I decided that when a superior individual crosses my path, instead of becoming bitter and jealous, I would take his way as a lesson, and use it to improve myself to become just as good, or better.
At one point, every person welcomes something into his life something that would bring him down. Goths chose to be depressed (the chem imbalance in the brain is a different issue). I chose another route. What do you have in your life that makes your day a little dimmer? Can you eliminate it? Tell us about it, and then tell us how you could solve this problem.
Furthermore, this may be more applicable to some than others, but hope it helps somebody.
Until recently, even on my journey to self-improvement, my life was still centered around a few negative aspects. My group of buddies were goths. I listened to Marilyn Manson when I was sad - the music made me angry at the world. My drawn art consisted of people with blacked out faces and white night gowns, gravestones, and the reaper. I did extensive research on school shootings because I was jealous of all the popular preps in my school, and hearing about other people's pain made mine easier, or so I thought.
These things don't help. In the long run, you are only digging your own grave.
So one day, I said 'Screw It', and tossed all of my art, all MM and Children of Bodom albums, stopped visiting all negative sites. Funny how it changed me. When I became sad, instead of turning it into anger by drawing or listening to hate music, I thought about positive things - all the things I am fortunate to have.
I looked at an inspiration book in the bookstore once. I forget the title, but the author told the story of his life, and his accident that left him paralyzed from the waist down. Confined to the wheelchair, he did not see a point in living at first, since his entire life was ruined. But life went on. He adapted, and found other things he never noticed about his life, things he was lucky to have. Found them, and treasured them. His life went on.
I realize how many people in this world are worse off than me, and getting mad over something as trivial as popularity suddenly lost its 'appeal'. So i thought happy when I was sad. The time periods between my fits of depression became wider, and eventually they stopped.
Today, as I walk through the cafeteria in my high school, I don't talk to the goths any more. I don't see what they are pissed off about anymore, even though I was one of them. Don't see, or don't want to remember, as once, it was part of my past. All I know is that we all constantly make a choice, and mine and theirs have nothing in common. The myth that people can affect our mood is just that: a myth. Only you can decide how you want your day to go
. I decided that when a superior individual crosses my path, instead of becoming bitter and jealous, I would take his way as a lesson, and use it to improve myself to become just as good, or better. At one point, every person welcomes something into his life something that would bring him down. Goths chose to be depressed (the chem imbalance in the brain is a different issue). I chose another route. What do you have in your life that makes your day a little dimmer? Can you eliminate it? Tell us about it, and then tell us how you could solve this problem.
