I just finished watching Trolls the animated movie, as I rented it via Redbox for my daughter thinking she’d enjoy it. I didn’t expect to be shocked by how much I loved it and, yes, I actually cried during the movie. I loved the message.
The premise is that there are two worlds: The uber happy world of the Trolls, where they hug, sing, dance, and are perpetually elated all the time; Then there’s the miserable world of the Bergens, who are essentially depressed creatures that believe their happiness is solely reliant on consuming a Troll.
The young and single Bergen King grew up being told he could never be happy because he’s never had a Troll. In the meantime, one of his servants is transformed into a Bergen “Cinderella” thanks to the Trolls who befriend her, and the Bergen King is smitten. He falls in love with her and in the process a foreign feeling comes over him: Happiness.
There is one particular scene that really resonated with me. It demonstrates how a Troll can lose its vibrant color and turn grey. It can get discouraged and lose hope. It is only when hope is renewed that their colors beam again. Cue the scene where Justin Timberlake and Anna Kendrick beautifully sing the Cyndi Lauper hit, “True Colors.” Yup, I cried.
The premise of Trolls is simple enough. We spend so much of our energy on trying to attain things such as money, career, cars, and new houses that we think will make us happy. We think that if we can sign that book deal or make that new business contact we will finally be on the road towards happiness. Instead, that one elusive “thing” we have to have soon gets replaced by another “thing.” The cycle never stops.
The Bottom Line:
What is your Troll? What is the one thing you think you need that will make you happy? Of course some of us with a chemical imbalance do need to work extra hard to find happiness, and this requires much more than just taking meds. It requires exercise, sleeping well, eating right, and most importantly staying away from alcohol or whatever we use to self-medicate with. For me, it’s ridiculous to drink because alcohol is a depressant and makes my existing depression worse. But the initial buzz is literally intoxicating, promising to calm my anxiety and help me sleep. Especially red wine, which has been my preference. It makes me at one moment manic and the next stupefied. The sleep I do get is not the restful variety. I end up staying up really late, and as a result have a difficult time getting out of bed the next day. Trust me, been there, done that. Sobriety is my road moving forward.
Maybe we’ve got a little bit of the Bergens in us all. But, like the moral of the movie, having our Troll won’t make us perpetually happy. Happiness is already inside of us. We just have to tap into it and work it out daily, like a muscle.