The little things (Take care of them)

     

    Sometimes the means to obtain contentment or joy seems like a lot of ask. But as I have come to known, it doesn’t take a lot to be happy. Possessions, pleasure, and forgetting of the sorrow may not exactly be the way to go about it. I have been down that road a lot of times, trying to escape the melancholy and indulging in pleasures. That does not help, believe me, if not, it will only drag you further down. The only way to achieve contentment for me is in little things. One of the main is, if I know we will be having chicken for lunch/dinner that gets me in the right mood. Or when the rain pours down, as you’re in your room, and you grab a book, or play some games, or listen to the music when rain hits your window.

A couple of days ago I rode about 70 kilometers, and I felt so much joy, it made me forget about almost everything that holds me back. Today, I was coming back from Koteshwor, and the rain just poured out of nowhere. I put on my visor to shield myself from the rain. As I did, I screamed in joy, because I was just happy as the rain crashed into my body and made my existence a bit praisable. And my scream was concealed by the visor, but my entire body felt its vibration. My mind received the signal that today was a good day. My mental health probably thought, “Unlike other days, today was a good day at work,”

I guess what I am trying to say is that joy may not be in the most superficial things. It may be in the catching of breath after an intense run, or at the laugh of your favorite person (who did you think about when I said favorite person? Leave in the comments re kya. Just kidding) you don’t have to search for contentment. Most likely you won’t find it if you have to look for it.

I won’t post this link on Facebook, so if you read it on your own. I wish you all the happiness in this world.

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Part 3 

Nepalese Parents and mental problems.

 

    

    I hope this blog finds you in good health. And if you can relate to this title, then I am sorry for you. Mental health problem is a real thing. This can happen among any age group, person from any background, this can happen to me, this can happen to you. 

    But many of our parents aren't in the mood to accept it, they deny this. Just like Donald Trump denies climate change and losing the election. If we go to our parents and open up about our anxiety and other kinds of mental stuffs, they will reply "you are just being lazy" or "it is all because of that phone" or "start studying you will be better." I don't think majority of our parents are in the mood to accept the fact that, we can be sad. Yes, dear parents, we are also humans, and we also suffer from all kinds of stuffs. And no, it is not because of that stupid phone. 

    Many of us do not open up about our problems to our parents, they are the last person that comes to mind when it comes to dealing with mental problems. And parents may ask why? It is because of all the reasons I mentioned in the above paragraph. When I was in school, I had social anxiety. Having to talk with people used to scare the crap out of me. I couldn't maintain eye contact with the person, and if they approached me I used to stutter while speaking and would try to end the conversation as early as possible. When guests used to be at home, my parents would force me to speak with them, not knowing about my problem because of course I didn't tell them. Now, this is just one minor case, there are other numerous problems among us to which we suffer secretly. We do not open up because we don't want to hear "Its all in your head." 

    Dear parents, have you wondered why your kid has been so rude lately? Why your kid spends so much time in their phone? And you ask where has your happy kid gone? Ask yourself why your kid has trouble getting out of bed? Why your kid isn't opening his/her drapes? Check on them. Ask them to have a conversation. Life is beyond "Its just in your head" or "stop being lazy." Let's stop stereotype practice and start to open our mind to the adversities of life. Mental health is real, and it happens to most of us.