I have a lot of offbeat methods to combat sadness. Lately I've ignored these little tricks of mine, but it's time to re-institute their magic.
Up until recently, every time I was sad, I got my ears stretched by my favorite Brazilian, thus, transforming sadness into beautiful lobes pierced by bone-carved cobra snakes. They are a reminder of personal hurdles I've overcome and a testament to my strength and resilience. (And the source of many compliments!)
I watched a French psychology film in which experiments proved that taking action in the face of a challenge, even pointless action that won't change the outcome, eliminated depression and improved health. I think body modification is a personal way of achieving this.
Next on my agenda is a tat. It won't solve the world's problems, but getting inked is an ancient constructive form of action, and art. Even my grandpa had a tattoo. Holler! I owe it to myself, and I'm quite looking forward to it.
Life is short and full of things we can't control, but within those boundaries, we can do anything. If it makes you crack a smile, do it. Because when your smile lights up a room, the whole world benefits. Pass it on.
11:58 a.m. - 2009-07-24