Being happy

Originally, I wrote a post called “Out of Eden”, wandering if everything was great and joyful in paradise, while outside it was only sweat, blood and thistle. But then, even my drawing looked too depressing. So, I slightly changed the angle.

During last days I’ve met several people who couldn’t find their joy. It was lost and they couldn’t remember anything what would make them happy. Some of them even blamed me I wasn’t able to understand because I have so many interests – sources of happiness. At that moment, it seemed that joy was a crime. As if the existence of joy meant the absence of problems.

It didn’t make sense to explain that I feel drowned in troubles sometimes. But I insist on my right to joy anyway. I cultivate my small sources of joy everyday, because they help me to overcome mistakes and suffering that are part of everybody’s life.

Finally, I realized that medicine is not the number of interests and activities, although they can help. The most important thing is to start reacting spontaneously, freeing joy from the fortress of control and social conventions.

And the truth is, I’ve always been a little rebel in this field. I laughed at places where it didn’t fit. Sometimes it was more cramping than real joy, but smiling has been part of my life philosophy for many years. And sometimes it’s really difficult to find a smile, but it doesn’t mean I’m not trying to do it.

So, today I announce a revolt against sadness and I’m sending the picture of a crazy joy to all who want to smile at least a little.

With joy and love, Ivana

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Pass or pass on?

One of my friends asked me to draw a picture for a particular activity she decided to start, something symbolic. She wanted me to draw how it comes to me, intuitively. I was pleased and proud, so I promised to do my best.

And I really did. But neither during processing nor after it have I not been satisfied with the result. Too many warnings popped among the pleasure. I feel she could be happy and a part of something bigger but also blind and potentially cruel to the truth of her soul and heart.

Who am I to judge her?

I only wanted to be a supportive friend, drawing nice and positive picture. Instead I feel the pain and regret.

Where is the border between being honest and supportive? Should I pass the picture on including warnings? To wrap the warnings into sugar words?

Or is it better to pass and pretend nothing happened? To block the intuition and draw a new picture full of positives?

I am not sure I could pretend. She is a good friend of mine. I hope she is strong enough to take the warnings and still stay on her path.

But it is difficult to bring her disappointment where she is looking forward.