The ramblings of a recovering misery – step 5. (Wishing) well being (happy)

“The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind” – Dr. Seuss

“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” – Mark Twain

There’s the old expression about if you’ve got nothing to say, say nothing at all. Well, I guess that’s been my last 4 months. The mine of words faceless. The wishing well with not one drop of inspiration, let alone perspiration.

I guess at the moment, it’s that place of being ready to step forward further with the sharing of this recovering misery but doing this whilst trying to format it in my jumbled mind so that it creates something worthy of reading and, in time, will create the bl00dy book I keep rambling on about.

So, I’m coming at this from a different perspective. I’ve written before about my perception of how our handsome dog, Ringo, sees the mess that we have created on the beautiful planet Earth. However, I want to explore in this blog how Ringo would interpret my efforts along this wonderful path of recovery.

And, with that, and a woof and a bark, welcome to the view from the hound. And, as if to speak on behalf of Ringo – the following quote sums up his and every dog’s outlook on life. “Live everyday like it’s your last day on earth” – Unknown

So, let’s let Ringo take the lead, harness his energy, and take a paws for his reflections.

Woof, growls, bark, pant, pant, pant, bark.

Or, as an alternative, here’s my interpretation of how Ringo sees it all.

Ringo worries. I see it in his eyes. He worries about a lot. Although that, of course, is my interpretation of what his eyes are saying. What he might be thinking is ‘food?’ Or ‘walk?’ Or better still, ‘food and walk?’

But, I think he worries.

Ringo likes to watch TV. It’s mainly football that he likes, but he’ll watch anything. The good news is, he doesn’t understand a word of the clap trap that he hears unless, somewhere in the clap trap, food or walk is mentioned. Then he gets happy at the prospect. But, if he hears Brexit he doesn’t flinch. He does worry when he hears NHS when spoken by Boris Nonsense, sorry, Johnson. He recognises the lies that spout forth from his mouth, as he looks at him in the same way he does me when I tell him anything I’m eating is too spicy. You see, dogs are wiser than anyone of us.

But, when he sees the news, his filter stays on food, walk, and love. Yes, love is, of course, his biggest thing. And, of course, something that feels missing from this toxic planet that we have created.

Imagine a world governed by dogs. There would be food for everyone. There would be endless walks. And there would be continuous love. The only bit that would need some control is licking, bottom sniffing and boundless humping. That’s something to deal with. Or, come to think of it, maybe not. Although bottom sniffing should be banned. But the idea of being able to pee everywhere is great!

Anyway, back to love. That’s what Ringo wants to see and it’s certainly what he gives.

When you think about the way any dog looks at life, it’s to give and receive love. That’s it – love. If it was a dog government, the sole manifesto objective would be to have a world full of love. To create a world of positive well being. Just imagine.

However, just imagine a world full of egotistic creatures who want only one thing and that is to further their own agenda at the detriment of the many. And I’m not referring to a government of cats. No, my friend, that is the world we live in. Whilst Ringo sits looking at the TV, he hears me ranting in the background about how people are being mugged off by the lies that our politicians throw out time and time again.

However, Ringo knows. He knows I’m trying to learn from him.

When I started writing blogs a few years ago, I was in a strange place. A place where I didn’t belong. I know that now, but I had to try it to understand I didn’t belong there. There are those who live in that place who I have utmost respect as I see they dream of creating a better world for everyone. Then, there are others in that place who use it for darker means and are driven by the ego they claim to be against.

My blogs then turned a bit dark – sorry. I look back and realise, as I wear my heart on my sleeve, I unleashed a side of me that is a continuing battle. I struggle with lies and deceit. I wish Ringo had been around at the time to teach me to live for the day and love what I have, and not reveal any anger or bitterness.

Thankfully, I have since tried to move into a place of sharing my learning and telling a story that reveals something simple. We can all do it. We can all just revel in the day that we have just woken up to. We can take ownership for that day – probably more the way a cat would – “Accept responsibility for your life. Know that it is you who will get you where you want to go, no one else.” – Les Brown. That’s how I see a cat working. Certainly our cat, Zeekee, does.

But, do this with the unconditional love that a dog does – in my / our case, Ringo. And when I watch Ringo, and other dogs such as Aud’s dog, Susie, I have real envy. They see the world in a very straight way. But, to an extent, that takes me back to my childhood, when I guess I had to see the world in a very straight way. My world was uncluttered. Is it dry outside – go out and make my own entertainment (with friends). Is it too late to go out? Sit with my parents and watch TV with 3 channels to choose from, and the news was restricted to twice a night, not 24 / 7.

And, so the blogs I have written over the last couple of years have been to try and present an uncluttered world and one which we can try and live for the day. I have tried to look at ways of raising happiness from the wishing well of your life. Sounds a bit gushy? I hope not, I’d just like to raise a smile.

I think Ringo approves, although maybe that’s because I gave him a treat – and, no, it’s not sniffing my bottom.

With that, let’s close this blog. I hope it made for a good, slightly surreal, read. I’m not sure when I’ll be back. It could be days, it could be weeks. I hope you don’t mind.


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