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The Way You’ve Changed Me


Humans always resist change; it’s an instinctive thing. But sometimes something happens that forces a natural change in the way we perceive and pursue our lives. It may be true love, a near-death experience, or just an awakening of one’s trapped soul through a poignant or traumatic experience. It may sound rather obnoxious, but the latter works well for the betterment of many lives.

Are you happy? Are you living the life you’ve always dreamed of? If you were to die today, would you be contented with the life you’ve led? Most people would answer no to all of the above questions, not because they lead an incongruous or miserable life, but simply because we’ve been taught to aspire to more than what would satisfy our basic needs, with happiness promised to come along the way.  As kids we were taught of humility, kindness, acceptance and appreciation. As we grew older, we learnt of the importance of dreams and higher aspirations, and that being happy translated into being better than others; achieving better grades at school, a better college degree, landing a better job, finding a better partner, and owning better assets. Happiness would never be at the core of any of those dreams because it was unsurprisingly expected at the end of each goal. The truth is, the more we are closer to realising a dream, the higher our expectations grow. Happiness becomes secondary, as we work harder to realise our next dream on the list.

We constantly hear of success stories about people who pursued a life-long dream of becoming entrepreneurs or artists of any sort. We may have wondered about their sheer luck or how things must have been so easily laid out in front of them, and secretly wished that one day things would work out the same way for us. But that’s about all we’d do: wonder and hope. Little do we think of the experiences they must have had that led to the change in their lives. One fact remains, though: those who sit and watch are ignoring their very own experiences and missing on the chances they get.
          
      Once upon a time I was one of those who sat, watched and waited for luck to drop on my doorstep. Anyone looking at me from the outside would firmly believe I was a happy person. I had a beautiful, loving family, received an exceptional education and had a great job where I earned enough money to spend on shopping and travelling. I was still single, my car was stolen and I was struggling to pay off my loan and credit card payments but, hey, everyone has their misfortunes! Don’t get me wrong; I’m not complaining or being unappreciative.

I was just like everyone else, living to realise my silly dreams and waiting for happiness to tag along. Up until one evening when I received the tragic news of the death of one of my dearest friends. A young mother of two, my friend was covertly fighting illness for many years. The news of her preordained death was devastating for me, mostly because I hadn’t seen her in 10 months and kept postponing my trip to see her for so long. My feelings were those of disbelief, grief and guilt. For days I locked myself in my room and refused to accept condolences in fear of confronting the reality of her passing away.  I was too afraid to speak to our common friends lest our memories together would come flooding back. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, and I had to pull myself together and get back to my life. But surprisingly, those days of grieving instigated the change in my life that was yet to come. Days later, when my late friend’s will was publicly shared, I cried so hard; I cried at her counting her blessings and revealing her happiness, despite her pain and suffering; I cried at my shallowness and inane use of my life as an excuse! Why had I been blaming life for my unhappiness when, in fact, I was responsible for my own happiness? Why was I waiting for a godsend when I held the keys to my joy all along? Why had I been turning a blind eye to all the great things I possess?

That’s when I decided to pursue a different path. I started by listing everything in my life that either made me happy or sorry. I forwent the reasons, simply because that didn’t matter. It was about how I chose to adopt the things that cause happiness and bring out the best in me, and eliminate the things I hate. It was also about the way I wanted to see things. I was no longer going to grief about the loss of my car because the joy of sharing a car with my sister or carpooling with friends was more valuable. I was going to cherish every good and bad day with my parents and siblings because I never know when I’d be robbed of the love and joy of a family that loves me endlessly.

And then came the part where I questioned what I was doing. I knew for a fact that I was unhappy at my job. I loved my career but my current job had been a cause of depression for years and, even worse, the melancholy followed me home. All the things I had once enjoyed had vanished, and I always gave myself the lamest of excuses. The decision I was about to take seemed irrational and dicey to everyone around me, but I was now in control of my life. I was going to pursue happiness, not dreams that promise happiness.

I resigned from my job. No, I didn’t have any other opportunities; I wasn’t even searching. When I was asked why I had resigned I would always give an honest answer: I’m not happy and I’m going to find happiness. My four-week notice was the best period I had ever lived. I would gleefully jump out of bed every morning and arrive at the office with a wide smile on my face. I could feel myself glowing as I was finally letting go of something that made me unhappy. My job wasn’t a nightmare and I loved my colleagues dearly, but I was unhappy and nowhere near achieving any of my former dreams.

I prepared a long list of the things I would do once my break begins; things that would make me happy. I didn’t know how long it would last and, honestly, it didn’t matter. I had a lot of activities lined up for a year to come. I would finally get back to reading and finish off the unread books in my bookcase. I would start writing again and work on the book I promised my friends to write. I would pamper myself to a day at the spa, spend the evening watching a great movie and then go to bed early. I would wake up with the sun and spend long hours in my crafts studio working on those unfinished projects. I would allocate time for my gift basket business. And most importantly, I would spend quality time with my family and friends, without having to concurrently check my email every other second or work on a report or presentation.

Oh don’t we all wish we could live that life, without having to worry about a thing? I’ve heard that statement from almost everyone I know and, yes, I’m fully aware of my responsibilities and commitments. I still have to take care of my loan payments, but that doesn’t mean I have to be unhappy doing that. I’m going to earn money doing the things I love and enjoy doing, and that’s what everyone else seems to be ignoring. Everyone has at least one great talent they excel at, but what are they doing about it? I was already freelancing as an occasional ‘mystery shopper’ and previously as a writer for several publications and corporations. I was going to request more service checks and look for additional writing assignments. I was also going to put more efforts into marketing my business and hopefully make more money out of it. Of course this is not my long-term plan, but I’ll just focus on doing the things that make me happy and bring out the best in me until I come across the perfect job opportunity that would still keep me happy.

Thank you, Amera, for changing my life...

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