Everyone is at least as unhappy as I am—some are just more in denial than others.
February 27, 2012 § Leave a comment
That’s my new theory anyway—that believing that will allow me to just get on with my life already.
What is this terrible quest for happiness anyway? Doesn’t it sort of set you up for disappointment? We can’t expect to find true happiness from a relationship, or from a successful career, or from losing the ten pounds we always wanted to lose. We’ll never be as happy as we imagine we could be, right? Perhaps momentarily, but the darker periods will come and go more often than we think they ought. It’s easy to believe that happiness should be constant and eternal. But why should it be? Happiness is a means, not an end. Instead we should strive to be productive, helpful, compassionate, responsible, thoughtful, creative. In other words, we shouldn’t be useless heaps of despair in the corner of our bedroom, but we shouldn’t feel the pressure to be constantly feeling like this (and thinking that we are lacking something if we don’t):
Okay, that little soliloquy was mostly for my sake. Now I can move on.