Happiness seems to be the ultimate goal of everyone, and many people spend almost their entire lives in a desperate pursuit of it. However, when or if they fail, that makes them even more miserable.
So you know what? Screw that and screw happiness. It’s overrated, anyway. I’m not going to dedicate my life to searching something that is so… relative.
Yup, in my humble, probably irrelevant opinion, happiness is relative. Want to be happy? Then ask yourself what happiness is in the first place? What makes you happy? And be brutally honest with your answer!
Some strive for wealth and power and fame. Others feel happy knowing they have pretty clothes hanging in their closet. There are people who feel happiest when they can spend their time in the garden and enjoy the outdoors. Some find comfort and happiness in quiet places, some in loud and noisy. And so the list goes on and on.
Personally, I find those happy moments/feelings in many different things. Like a sunny day, a cat that snuggles up to my legs, a smile from a stranger on the street, a bunch of perfectly ripe fresh fruit and having enough time to devour it in peace and quiet. You get the picture.
But those are all “short term” happy moments/feelings. They make life awesome and so fucking special but they don’t last forever and they definitely don’t guarantee happiness in a long term. Bummer, right?
Well, not really. While perpetual happiness isn’t my life goal, I do believe in something else- that is a content and fulfilled life, and I believe this happens when you realise life’s a mix of good and bad. When you acknowledge you can’t (and don’t have to be) always be happy and that there’s nothing wrong with that.
You know those people who always wear a huge grin all over their face and proclaim how they are super happy and that everyone should be happy, happy, happy. Well, if you ask me, they’re tiring. Being positive, okay. But being so hyper happy, and believing that being unhappy is a certain death, is just plain stupid.
Who knows… maybe I’d still be so caught up in pursuit of happiness, if I didn’t get sick. But I did. And it made me revalue certain things in life and helped me realise that happiness can be so many things. That it comes in many different shapes and sizes and that there’s no need to spend my life looking for it and feeling like a loser, if I fail.
And the most important lesson: there’s no universal happiness. So in conclusion I can say that learning all of that was extremely liberating. It freed me from that crazy feeling that I’m missing on something if I’m not all smiley-happy all the time.