There are so many reasons to be happy.

I’ve spent a fair amount of time being “emo,” and quite frankly, it became tiring. Unhappiness is draining, not just on yourself, but on everyone you interact with. As I dive further into the ocean of self-discovery I first located just over a year ago, I’ve come to take on lighter and more optimistic ideals. When I was in school, I used to be generally sad, with small bursts of enjoyment. Now, I find myself being extremely happy for days at a time, lightly peppered with sadness that is easily brushed aside.

I know my turbulent teenage years were a phase. But is this a phase too? I hope not.

Often, I appear to be so chipper, that people become wary, perhaps perceiving my cheerfulness as fake, although, I assure you, it is not. For example, today, I set up a booth for Katimavik at the career fair at my former high school. Generally, when I talk to anyone, I get excited, but even more so with Katimavik it seems. Since it was such an amazing part of my life, I get extremely hyper, as I try to explain every aspect of the program in as little time as possible. While many appreciate the enthusiasm, I did notice one or two people seem to shrink next to my outspoken excitement.

I felt badly for maybe making the person feel uncomfortable with my million watt sunshiney-demeanour, but I feel it begs the question: Should I curb my enthusiasm to suit the comfort zones of others?

I remember back in the day, when I was in one of my moods, my friends telling me to be happy and to appreciate what I do have. I worked hard to improve my optimism and esteem. Should I give that up to cater to the more pessimistic needs of people?

I saw “The Diary of Anne Frank,” performed at Mount Royal College last night (which was excellent. My friend, Sarah, plays Anne. If you’re in the Calgary area, rush out to see it before closing night this weekend!), so I will refer to a quote from Anne Frank, herself:

We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.

If we are all striving for happiness, is it our job to help others find it? Or is it a personal journey? Should we be actively seeking it, or allow it to find us, and catch us by surprise? Will we know when we have a grasp on it, or will we remain oblivious until it slips through our fingers?

I don’t know.

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