Inside the mind of a happy person
I open a door which is at the highest level. I enter the room as always with a smile, appreciating the beauty of life. There were a variety of soft bright colours all around the room. It feels like you were in an animated movie but everything is real. I sat there gazing at the colours. I could feel the soft breeze and the freshness of the grass in the room. I could smell the fragrance of Rose. I had nothing in the mind. I was only enjoying the beauty.
“The shirt you are wearing in this photo makes you look like a gay.” said a voice from another room.
I found myself opening another door. This door was many levels below I the room I enjoyed spending time. It seemed like it had bright colours. But I was fooled. I got sucked into the room and the door behind closed. I had no option to go back, so I went further into the room. This room had mud all over. My shoes were now muddy. The thought of cleaning it lingered in my mind. It started raining. I regretted about not carrying my umbrella. My worst fears kept coming alive one by one. Due to the rain, I had a running nose. My mobile and wallet were in my pocket and had no means of protecting them. By now they were thoroughly wet.
I took a moment to ask myself a question.
Am I creating this situation for myself?
The moment I asked this question, I realised, the power to turn things around and what I can create was in my control.
I ran towards a different door. As soon as I entered, I soon realised the room had many clones of me. Each of them had an opinion about the situation.
One with an orange robe said, “The voice from another door might be jealous; calm down. That voice does not know the impact of those words. You are the mature one”.
One with a beard, who was eating a burger said, “How could she say like that to you?”.
This question made me angry and sad at the same time. I realised I hate criticism.
The one in semi formals said, “There are better ways to express criticism”.
The one in the formals said, “Not all of them are like you”.
One with an orange robe spoke again, “It has nothing to do with who you are. Just ignore it”.
Another one who looked exactly like me said: “Maybe it’s sarcasm. Just smile and let it go”.
I smiled. The clones started disappearing. Without the clones, the room became smaller. I knew I had to open a door and enter into it. I did just that, and finally, I was back into the room I loved.
I was back into the bright colours and the feeling of warmth. Back to that awesome feeling of grass beneath me and fragrance of Rose. The door of the from where the voice came from was still around visible. It was slowly vanishing into the bright colours. It was faintly visible as if it could just come back anytime.
I thought to myself, “Why isn’t it vanishing?”.
Listen to music I said. I put on a soothing song by Santana. It is called Europa. I started grooving to the guitar. This song is just beautiful. I started floating up in the bright room. It felt like I was in a void floating around. The door from which the voice came from was not becoming fainter. It started to disappear. I continued to enjoy the music. I was back to my happy state without the worry of the voice.
Originally published at F X NIKEE.