I propose that we have been brainwashed into being sad. (Not, of course, those of us who have every right to be sad -- those who have lost loved ones or experienced heartbreak or any number of very sad things -- but those of us who do not.) Every day we are told that our lives are small, insignificant, sad little specks marring the grand scheme of things. We are but the threads of the threads in the infinite tapestry of the universe, and we are reminded of it everyday by our bland insignificant lives filled with all sorts of insignificantly bland people. Time and time again we are told that we should be sad, and so, as with anything said often enough, we eventually come to accept it as truth; eventually, we are brainwashed into being sad, and we become miserable people who forget how to do little of anything but complain about how sad we are: “Why, oh why,” we moan, “can we not be like the children; so filled with love, joy and wonder? Why do we have to grow up and so clearly see the truth of this cruel world?” All the while, we conveniently forget that eyesight always dims with age. Children -- who see far more clearly than the rest of us -- are by and large the most self assured beings in the universe. They look out with new eyes and see a universe that revolves around them, but they do it without ego or pride; this is simply the way things are, for a child does not believe that their nursery ceiling is painted to look like the sky, rather, the sky is painted look like their ceiling. This is, perhaps, the very thing that we have all been so carefully brainwashed to forget; for as we cover the stars on our ceilings with the muted paints of adulthood we forget that the threads do not look like their tapestry; instead, the tapestry looks like it’s threads. If this is true -- if we live in a universe that does not define us, but is defined by us-- then we live in a universe that is only as sad, or as happy, as we choose it to be. The world will continue, every second of every day, to tell us what sad miserable lives we lead; after all we eventually came to believe it the first time around. Yet if we choose to be happy people how can our lives go on being miserable? If we choose, each and every day, to see all of the joy, love, and wonder that this world holds then will we not at last begin to combat the mentality of misery that has so long beleaguered us? If, finally, we see ourselves not as insignificant, but as invaluable, will we not then change the tapestries of our lives through our thoughts and our actions? Indeed, we will. Consequently, I propose that we brainwash ourselves into being happy.
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