think positive!

After thirty minutes of deciding on the perfect name for my new blog i finally decided to go with 'ingenious jargon' only because #1 jargon is by far my favorite word in Webster's and #2 it was too plain to leave just one word as my title. Don't ask me how i came up with ingenious. After half an hour of exploring different words at www.thesaurus.com, the word ingenious reached the finish line first.

It's 7:41pm and I'm sitting at my granite counter top. I just finished having dinner thirty minutes ago with my brother. In front of us were chicken, fish, and vegetables. Yes, meant for four individuals, but tonight, only two showed up. The reason why i point this out, is because my dear mother was still unable to forgive my father for last night's weekly argument and my father, was in front of his computer trying to spite her. Therefore, my brother and I ate alone tonight, accompanied of course, by the ticking of our grandfather clock.

Hence, i then realized that most individuals these days are so unhappy with their lives. The student who just realizes the amount of homework that's assigned that day automatically complains about the hours lost of "having fun". The girlfriend who craves for her companion's attention complains to him about his lack of commitment towards their relationship. The employee complains to their regular customer about his annoying boss. The housewife complains to her friends about her inconsiderate husband and the amount of shit he puts her through. And of course, there's the everyday driver who complains about the red light that wasted 30 seconds of their lives.

And then i started thinking. What if every time we complain, we follow it up with something positive? Simultaneously trick our minds to automatically think of something positive when the negative detail decides to visit. And then when we think of the positive alternative we follow that with a smile, or possibly a laugh?

It was just last night that i began to realize the real effect of seeing someone else happy. I was at Guppies with my mom and we were sitting by the window able to look outside. A family sitting outside was right beside us. In the middle of scarfing down fried rice, my mom told me to look outside. She asked me to look at the family beside us who were all laughing. Although we couldn't hear what they were talking about because of the glass that kept us apart, it didn't matter. In fact, there was something different about this family. Outwardly, there was nothing perfect about this group. A man that looked to be the father was going bald. The little girl sitting cross-legged on the chair had stains on her shirt and mismatched socks. But in spite of all these negative aspects that they could have focused on, they seemed to have forgotten how to complain. As my mother and I continued to stare at them, i began to feel a new type of sensation. Their silent laughs began to dawn on me that this is the very minuscule of life that really matters.