Living is indeed an art. The common misconception about art though, is that it only comes with natural talent- either you have it, or you don’t. Some people draw, some paint, and some express their “art” in other ways, like photography or music. This is true, perhaps, to some extent, more towards the way we actually exhibit these talents, and not whether we do have them.
We all do. It’s in us, and some take longer to figure it out. Some get it when they try, some give up trying, and some never do try. A lot of it is still a mystery, but art was never meant to be understood. Art was meant to be appreciated and enjoyed, yours, and that of others.
I’ve reiterated this many times and to many people, at least, those that I talk with. I have but one goal for 2016, which is to discover happiness. 2015, having been somewhat one of the most, if not the most, trying years of my life, I feel like I’m in one of those movies where you hit rock bottom and instead of letting it destroy you, you get up and keep going. This is me trying.
I stopped posting of Facebook because it feels very judgmental. I’ve been known to be overly expressive with my feelings, and I get it, it annoys some people. It does. We cannot expect other people to view the world in the same way that we do. Some are only ever strong, and never had to know what it means to be weak. We live different lives, all of us. We see the world through different sets of eyes- our schemata, our worldviews, our beliefs, and so on. We’re playing different games.
I decided not to post anything until I figure things out. I would say that it’s been going relatively well- I’ve taken setbacks better than I ever have, and I’ve learned how to (literally) smile through the most painful moments, to the point where it all started to feel a little flaky for my liking. I suppose, as with everything else, balance is key.
It is okay to break down and cry. It is okay to be angry and want to throw things around. It is okay to feel like exploding (or imploding). It is okay to have feelings. We forget that sometimes. People make us forget. People and their judgment.
We all do it, and it is continually done to us. The fundamental attribution error and the self-serving bias, where we judge ourselves in an overly-favorable light, and others, not so much.
I never plan out my drafts for these things. It really can go anywhere, and before I go completely off track, I’d like to say that things haven’t been going particularly well, or bad. Things are things, and days are still days, but I’m better, and for that, I am thankful. If I have learned anything at all, it is that in all situations, there is always something to be thankful for.
Thank you for reading.