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Mastering The Art Of Living

Following up with what I wrote yesterday, let me share something I wrote. There are two parts of our minds that needs our attention – the conscious mind and the subconscious one. Happiness, to me, lies within our subconscious mind. Today’s modern society associates happiness with the conscious mind – what we see, what we smell, what we eat and taste and what we touch. But to me, happiness is defined as follows. Happiness is within your soul. While we feed and pamper our bodies, we forget to pamper and feed our souls, rendering it starving from hunger and attention. Everyday, we need to feed the soul with the delights of what lies within our subconscious minds. If we forget to feed the soul, we are heading towards an unhappy life. Benefiting from a period of prosperity, I’ve lost out on happiness. Material gains made me happy for a short period of time but it warped my perception of life and living. Everyday was ruled by one master – the clock. Oh, how I hate that word. The abominable clock that I look to for direction; I forget that the master, the single one master, lies within me. Happiness is life. Devoted to making a living from what I love most, writing, I am also devoting my time and effort to mastering the art of living. Life is an art form, to me. In order to reap full benefits of living, one needs to pay attention to one’s subconscious mind. Shit happens….but shit happens for a reason. There’s always a silver lining in every cloud and every time it rains, I am to look at the clouds and smile. Smile because it reminds me of the silver lining. In order to be truly happy, I can never neglect me again because happiness cannot be found externally. Happiness, my friends, can only be found deep within the core of our beings….your soul, your heart, your spirit, your cells. Nobody else can make you happy because only you can. It's bullshit for young women to think that marrying a rich husband, they're going be happy for the rest of their lives. If we don’t spend time paying attention to these aspects of our being, happiness may be always jjjjuuuussssttt out of reach. Have a happy day today! p.s. I sound so damn philosophical today hor? But it’s true. Strange but true. I took myself very seriously in the past, overloading and jamming every second of the day with something to do, responsibilities. I made demands that I should make on myself and let others around me pile on more simply because I did not know that the option of saying ‘no’ was open to me. It was like I was looking at this switchboard and someone is asking me to push one of them. There are two buttons, one red and one green. Red for NO and Green for YES. In the chaos of responsibilities, I don’t see the RED button. INSTEAD, every time someone tells me, “Marsha, push a button”, all I see is the green button. And I push it. Time and time again unaware that an alarm was blaring in the background. Don’t overwhelm your life. Love yourself because if you don’t, nobody else will and you will be come incapable of loving anyone else. To be continued…..(another day. Too much of this make me sound like a nun). Tomorrow, I write about HK trip.

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