That’s probably not the first adjective someone would use to describe me. And that makes me sad.
I just saw a film entitled “Happy-Go-Lucky” and it got me thinking about a lot of things. The antagonist of the story, a grumpy driving instructor, frightened me. He wasn’t violent, except one time when his anger escalated.
What scared me more is that he probably didn’t even know how unhappy he was. Such a contrast to the main character – a lovely woman so free spirited nothing seemed to phase her. As his pupil, she was a bright spot for him every Saturday at 12 ‘o clock.
He spent the other 23 hours of the day believing the world was against him. And that the world was always wrong.
Gosh, I feel that way sometimes. It’s called righteous indignation. And, in some forms of Christianity, it’s considered the only anger that’s not a sin.
Bull shit.
If anything, it’s one of the biggest sins. Believing God would put you in a cruel unfair world, without a shining beacon, doesn’t sound much like his command to put the best construction on everything.
Don’t get me wrong, sometimes the world is cruel – there’s crime, sickness, natural disasters and so many other unmentionables. But how do you explain someone who’s been through all of that and is still happy-go-lucky?
There’s a reason the saying isn’t “Lucky-Go-Happy.” Because, no matter what, happy has to come first.
I am happy with my life. My nieces and nephews are so wonderful and I am becoming closer to the rest of my family with each visit. I have a good job. And the chance to make a living by writing. I have a wonderful partner, who is happy-go-lucky. And really patient when I am not.
The film we saw tonight was a good reality check. I’ve come a long way already with my attitude and overall outlook on life. And now that I see there’s a better way, all I can say is, I’m happy – and lucky – to be going there.
Unscripted 