The Poem: My Eucalyptus What happens when you no longer live under my moon. Will your leaves still season each colorful breeze. Will I find every leaf’s imprint in the shale of my mind. Your gifts were more than shade and strength to lean upon. Your countenance will last forever. You were my eucalyptus. The…
The art of living is the art of making friends with oneself: for your very resiliency against the certainty of life's trials exists solely in the health of your relationship with yourself. Your self-esteem and your inner-disposition are sacred domains which no individual has the right to deprive you of. Thus, a wise man learns to suffice for his own happiness alone.
The most effective means of self-containing the sanctity of your happiness in this manner is in habitually exercising the inestimable practice of retiring within yourself to find peace. The trust in yourself you will build through this practice will afford you a lasting sense of peace whom no other person is capable of providing.
So, I verily say to thee, make happiness not just your personal responsibility but an unassailable right that you alone have granted yourself simply because you know that any and everything else in the world promising you happiness is a fugazi compared to the surety in knowing that you can be happy despite whatever may happen because you've practiced being happy and you are good at it.
So enjoy the taste of your food, the air dancing on your skin and every other simple pleasure we take for granted. And when dark waves crash upon your door or you've stumbled, retire back within yourself and find the sacred peace that exists within your DNA. Yes, you are wired to experience the full spectrum of bliss available to you. You must be like a painter, working with the colors you have. So breathe and remember that you can satisfy the invisible pains of a thousand sighs in a single deep breath.
And if all else fails, remember that life is suffering. Life is shit. There are starving children around the world, and victims of horrible crimes against humanity at the hands of tyrant leaders. Right now, prisoners in North Korea are being tortured and countless others are in physical and emotional pain beyond what you are capable of even imagining. But you can afford the luxury to be happy, so don't waste the chance to make the world a brighter place. Let it be written that you were a pilot light for the peace and joy of others. May peace be with you forever.