The Gayu Gyaan: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Sugar

I've been told by close friends on numerous occasions that despite the absolute shit show my life has been—with a dying husband and all—I'm still incredibly positive and full of life, just like Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls. To quote my favorite person, Shina, who once told me, "You're so full of life, positivity, boundless energy, and joy, it's hard for normal people to catch up." Cue one dozen kisses to my dearest Shina right here. 

If I deeply introspect the claim she made, I think I don't take life too seriously because I have firsthand experience with death. I know we all come with an expiry date, so there's simply no point in holding grudges or staying annoyed with someone—it's useless. During the very little time we actually have on Earth, we must behave like children: curious, inquisitive, wide-eyed, high on life, and definitely high on sugar. 

At this point, I'd like to quote an inspirational Instagram quote I read somewhere: "Why is everyone so against sugar? Who stood by you when things went wrong and you were hurting? It wasn't broccoli, that's for sure." 

To be completely honest, I hate all fruits and vegetables. I would happily eat dessert for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. However, since I am a mother raising an impressionable child, I force down large quantities of fiber just to motivate him. But when my 7-year-old isn't watching, I stuff my face with lovely, sugary goodness. On special occasions, the two of us will inhale a giant slice of blueberry cheesecake while sitting opposite each other. We smile with cheesecake smeared all over our faces and mutter, "Mmmm... so good," and he just chuckles and nods in response. 

Sugar is my secret to handling rejection, hate, stress, sadness, and low moments. Nothing and no one is worth losing your joy over at the end of the day, except your own peace of mind. Preserve it like gold (not the kind up your nose, but more like the stolen treasure inside the secret cave from Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves). 

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my Gayu gyaan from me to you for the day: be happy. Like, genuinely happy—not sadistical-Joker happy. When you do, you automatically attract all things joyful, starting with people, things, and food. 

Unnaturally happy person aka Bubbles in real life, out!