I had this’ insane’ theory back in high school I called ‘the funny side of life’. Nobody really got the idea except a friend, Edwina. She was absolutely fascinated by my theory. My theory was basically how I saw the funny side of everything including when my teacher fumed in anger, when I was in trouble and about to be scolded by seniors or a teacher. Everything had a funny side. It was genuine because I saw it, I felt it and I believed it. I would laugh so hard that I tear up each time I saw the funny side of life. Edwina was always shocked by it; she wanted to see the funny side of life too. I tried to let her in on my theory, I cant tell whether I was successful or not but she laughed with me each time. Although I must admit she expressed the ‘I don’t get it’ face sometimes when she laughed, she laughed anyways.
In reality, there is hardly the funny side of anything but it was funny when a teacher spoke to me in an angry tone because I created the funny side of his voice, his face or anything on him that caught my attention. Sometimes I transformed the teacher’s angry face into the face of a hippopotamus or his voice into the Tweety bird; yep! it was all in my head.It worked because I really wanted to be happy. One thing Edwina did not know was the reason why I created the funny side of life.
The typical high school life in Ghana is really tough especially when you are a junior in boarding school. Seniors would bully you and scold you at their own discretion…..it was just horrible for me. I once slept outside on the compound as punishment but weirdly enough i had a good nap because I was out of reach from any other punishment . I simply hated the bullies and the entire high school life as a junior. The punishments I endured like kneeling, lying on the bathroom floor…and many other embarrassing and disgusting ones felt like hell to me. I never expected that to happen to me since I thought I was entering into an international institution.
I had the idea that I would be served corn flakes in the morning and treated like a guest in a hotel. A really silly notion now that I think about it but it was what rumor made me believe. When I got there and witnessed the absolute opposite, I was so sad and disappointed. I remember the welcome handshake I imagined was rather a slap on the chest by the boys prefect.
It was such a difficult time for me personally and my family was also not in the best of places at the time. I was down all the time and I wanted a way to be happy. A friend use to tell me whenever I was sad in high school that,” In life, you have to HAPPY yourself. Don’t sit around expecting someone else to HAPPY you.” The idea and the grammar made no sense to me but it does now. It is absolutely up to you to choose to be happy; nobody can make you happy unless you choose to. It may seem weird but it kept me sane; really funny that I talk about sanity with a theory like that.
All I am trying to say is that there is a perfect place where nothing goes wrong in life. It simply depends on you if you want to see it. Begin to say it, imagine it ,feel it and then believe it. No situation is so bad unless you let it be.
I met the ‘MOST AWESOMEST’ people in high school who genuinely liked me for who I was; my friends. I am really grateful to them and I love them so much because back then I was so drowned in the cares of life that there was nothing likable about me; this makes me smile now but it is true. They were the best things that happened to me in high school. They made all my struggles and challenges seem lighter. It really helps when you know you are not alone and that there are people who view whatever pain and hurt you face in life with optimism and hope. That is basically what I am about. I want people who are in various painful places in their lives know and feel they are not alone. The strength I absorbed from my friends in high school is the strength everybody else is worth.
The world has not come to an end because you were disappointed. Disappointment only gives way to a better appointment. A broken heart only gives you the chance to mold a better one that cant be broken again.
Choose to see that perfect side of life whenever life stares at you in imperfection. Joy is orchestrated; and the orchestrator is you. Happy yourself!
P.S. These high school pictures are the least embarrassing ones I could find…still embarrassed at these though but it is definitely worth sharing with you guys(my lovely subscribers). (^_^)