Mr. Grinch or the Happy Dance

When people are unhappy within themselves, they remind me of the Grinch, before he found out what Christmas was all about.  Or like Ebeneezer Scrooge, before the visitation of the 3 ghosts.  They are always such angry individuals.  Did you ever stop to wonder why lives of sadness and unhappiness yields anger in some and yet in others, it has the complete and opposite action? I know I have.

I have some theories on this, but would welcome other’s ideas on this one.  I realize that our minds are very complex, but I believe that what happens and how things are handled in life will have a direct effect on how we see the world around us.

Take for example a child who loses their parents.  That is the most tragic example I can think of for a young child.  If a child losses one of both parent(s), their world collapses.  If said child is expected to just carry on while being thrown from one foster home to the next, never finding love and consistency, that child’s outcome and outlook is going to be quite different from a child who is nurtured and loved and taken in by loving family. With me so far?  Which one of these children would you expect would be angry and have anger issues later on in life just because they never felt loved and cared for properly as a child? Well, duh, right?  Of course the child tossed around like a sack of potatoes.  That child would feel like they had no self worth most likely.  That child would be angry for mom and dad leaving and dying like that.  I would be, too!

Now, when you think of Scrooge, he was a bitter old man.  He found his happiness and generosity again.  Same with the old Grinch!  Our friend, Mr. Grinch, well, he may have lost his parents on a snowy day just outside Whoville.  Who knows?  Maybe he had to fend for himself because he didn’t look like the other Whoville residents all because he was green.  Maybe Whoville was a very segregated community and he felt separated.  Poor Grinchy.  He could have been the chubby kid and was made fun of because he couldn’t keep up with the other kids.  Whatever the case, he learned about Christmas and the true spirit of giving.  He learned to love and to be loved.

Most angry people aren’t really bad people at all.  They are simply people with a past of feeling less than perfect, less loveable.  Maybe we have all walked in their shoes at one time.  In our journey of kindness, I think it’s only appropriate to really reach out to the angry people.  It could be that they have something really awful in their lives right now that you know nothing about.  Maybe that clerk that wasn’t helpful in the store today just found out she has cancer and it’s bad.  Maybe that waitress has a son that has a drug problem.  Maybe the scowling supervisor just had to say goodbye to her mother for the very last time this morning, but came to work because there’s nothing to do but wait until arrangements can be made now and she thought she would be better off at work than crying at home by herself today.

The point is, we are all capable of loving each other and we are capable of being loved.  Just look in the mirror, and say to yourself, “I am loveable.  I am worth it.  I am enough.”  I know that sounds completely corny, but trust me, it works and it will help you become a kinder, more grateful person at the same time.  I promise.  You may even do a little happy dance. Well maybe that’s just me.  Oh, go on.  Just try it!

3 thoughts on “Mr. Grinch or the Happy Dance

  1. Such a breath of fresh air, my friend….I just love this post/perspective….thanks for sharing your sensitivity, compassion, and amusing way of expressing your philosophy (one I’m sure many of us share). 🙂

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