It’s interesting to see people, in times that should be joyful and happy, continue to wallow in their own misery. Even though it should not shock me, it does every single time. No matter what happiness, however small or great, is bestowed on them they find the misery in it. They wait for the other shoe to drop. They bemoan how what little luck they have will undoubtedly be quickly replaced with something so much worse that it will negate the momentary, fleeting happiness. And, when something not quite so happy happens (which is bound to happen) they shout “See! I told you nothing in my life ever can go right!”
The human side in me wants to shake them silly and snap them out of it. The zen side of me just lets the rushing river of misery pass me over like the water in creek over the stones. And yes, I understand that over time water rushing over stones wears them down. But it takes a long time and we all change over time. But the rocks don’t let the water dislodge them or wash them down stream. They stay steadfast until something big happens to them. They don’t move when a rock downstream is shaken lose.
But I guess the human side of me, the frustration with people who just can’t be happy no matter what, is getting to me. It only lasts a short while. Soon, like the stone, I’ll just let it all wash past me. But for the moment I just want to shake the wallow out of the misery-loves-company-self-victims that seem hellbent on ruining what should be the most humbling, joyful, happy time of the year.