Pursuit of Happiness – MFavour's Blog

I have been in America for roughly 6 days now, and although that may not be considerable enough time to observe much and beef up such a post, I still think I have noticed something.

There is this quote I came across in a book am reading called “Blue Code”, written by an ex psyc unit nurse. He says: ” Unfortunately the ‘sane’ adult world has no tolerance for such blatant honesty…”. I have found this to be for real especially out here, as I crisscross visiting the ‘high and the lowly’, coming across some ‘good, bad and ugly’.

So who is who in America?

I remember as a kid, admiring some sort of award an uncle of mine had received during his studies in America. He received that in the year of my birth – 1979, and it was from his university where he had been the top top student that year. But today, I dare to ponder if such an award doesn’t exist invisibly for those who own the most… (Fill in the blanks).

Who is who wherever?

Is it the man/woman with that big heart like my friend Richie, or the one with that big car? Is it the fanciest dressed or the jolly radiating person? The one living in the mega super equiped condo or vila, or the small warm and love filled studio? The diner who eats the super jumbo deli and shops like a hop? I came across this quotation from Michelle Obama and it’s funny am right here on her soil and seeing some of such things for myself. I remember the movie The Pursuit of Happiness by Will Smith and I go; men am on that Uncle Sam’s vineyard now.

Does she say this because she already has the money anyway?

I hear it’s all in the culture

I was mentioning this to a dear friend, when I was told it was all in the culture. Maybe more in a culture where a who is who back then, was determined by how many slaves you owned? By how many wives, children, cattle and whatever you owned?

Dear readers and followers, I never gave capitalism so much thought until I came to America last week. I am yet to see much, but I have seen some, even firsthand. I smile when I receive a gift, but my donor and I know I’ll be giving same over to the very next person I pick out who needs same. I sure don’t want to be a who is who in this life, if such a person is defined material possessions. Material, intellectual and otherwise possessions may be necessary (especially to make a bigger difference in the lives of others) and even good (for wellbeing), but they don’t sure equate to Happiness.

For once I don’t have any and don’t want to waste my time on that. Thirty five good years and counting and I just come to realize how we get carried away by ‘festivities saga’ and are quick to make resolutions we aren’t even sure of remembering by March.

Furthermore, ain’t life so unpredictable? And so heck no, this year, and wait even as early as last December, I have decided I’ll go the ‘unconventional route’.

Last December, while several probably got into the ‘Christmas season’ and celebrated with santa, family and loved ones, I decided to ‘stay home alone’. I felt I needed that me time for several of the year’s events had been too harsh on me and my sanity had been greatly jeopardized.

It was the same for the New Year’s eve and all – I traveled, to another cousin of mine with whom I shared aspirations for some seclusion. It mustn’t always be the way ‘society’ dictates huh? The family bonding, sharing, loving and even giving spirit should be the same all year round right? Why wait for any season in particular worst of all after a good whole year?

And so my resolutions for this 2015 are simply to go with my inner radar. Try my best and feel the warmth of happiness first and foremost in my veins.

Would this be called selfishness, I don’t mind. Should it even be identified as laziness, that’s not for me to worry about. To each his life, I’ll just live mine as best as I can. Not even this blog will get me to do a post when I don’t feel like, all in the name of routine. I’ll sure challenge myself sometimes, when I feel it worthy. But, only as far as I don’t feel that internal conflict when you are doing and going against your own guts. In the end pals, live and let life take care of the rest – it’ll never tell you its own resolutions for you anyway – and so I have only this one: