Practice to be a Happy-go-Lucky Person

 

Tom T. Hall: “I'm a very comfortable and happy-go-lucky old man. I never wanted to be great, because I'd just get worried.”

A certain level of smiling level-headedness makes you a relaxed, anxiety-free and fun-loving guy. Well, for that you have to contrive your happy-go-lucky image in your own ways. Please don't get carried away by people's birth-time entitlements. Happy-go-lucky attitudes are raised up instead of the inheritance, entitlements and attitudes we are born with.

Don't go by the meaning in letter as somebody cheerfully unconcerned about future. The mere fact of unconcerned cheerfulness makes you easy-going. This is not to make you overtly carefree and casual, nor is it to instill devil-may-care attitude. It's a benevolent light-heartedness. We only know of one type of concernedness, and that is chronic. But there is an untroubled mild concernedness that allows you a smile on your face instead of a painful frown as you slog it out in life.

Enjoy your healthy nonchalance. It's basically about the right proportions. They say, even nectar in larger amount is more dangerous than poison. And poison in right amount can be more beneficial than nectar. So look at these adjectives carefully. In due amount they hold the key to a great contended self and hence a loving persona. So enjoy being lazy and laid back in little amounts. They save your engine from getting burnt out prematurely. Believe me, they ward off whole lot of distress and confusion.

The adventure and fun of life decrease in proportion to the distance between the point of your craziest, wildest urge of your heart and instincts on the one hand and the low point where you chose to be, driven, rather checked, by your fears, overvaluation, inhibition and assumptions, all of which stopped you from saying 'yes' to the moment and the choice that had all the possibilities to change your life miraculously.

Never underestimate the consequences of your endeavors. A butterfly flapping its wings in Africa is linked to the causes that drive a furious hurricane in America. So no action is small, only our fears and insecurities turn it puny, belittled piece of failure.

Coming back to the choice that could have seen you soaring up on a sunny journey at the highest height, but which you missed through over-analysis and chose to crawl on earth, cursing yourself at every step over the so called missed opportunities. Long after that choice is gone, and you cast a helpless look at the sweeping miles between where you could have reached if you had the guts to say 'yes' to your heart and the poor point where you chose to be, you just can't help but find life almost meaningless.

Destiny isn't a cheater altogether. There are moments passing through our lives when, with only a little bit of daring 'yes' we can change the entire course of our lives. Say ‘yes’ to the liveliest, loudest, craziest and wildest cooing of your heart. If not the destination (and there is no destination by the way), you will love the journey for sure.

A little stroll impregnated with your heart's consent is far more substantial than hundreds of miles of sweating run if you have forced yourself into it. Those miles after miles are not the rewards to your self-punished self. It becomes a punishment for not being true to yourself.

Listen to your heart, shut off all over-haggling by your mind that is tricking you by forcing you to compare and belittle your worth through the scales of others’ journeys. You need to have your own scale to measure the worthiness of your journey, how many miles you have to go, to what pace, availing how many stopovers and many more.

Use others' scales and all you do is just self-fuck at the cost of lot of pain to your ass. So we always have the option of being a happy-go-lucky person instead of a self-fucking moron. And unlimited love is always lurking around such a self-made happy-go-lucky person.