Happiness, the concept of it, has been imposed on us, here in the West, as some sort of a guru mantra that could solve all our problems.
In reality, however, it is pretty much impossible. We can get these glimpses of occasional happiness, but they are rare for the majority of us, and don’t reflect the reality. I would maybe feel happier, if there were no wars, no deaths of loved ones, a better financial stability and better mental health.
With maturity I learned that it’s the meaning of life that matters. A ‘happy’ life is a meaningful life. It is when you feel some kind of purpose. For some, it’s having a meaningful job, for others, it is a loving relationship, family being around, no financial worries, etc, etc. I don’t think that anyone can claim to have it all, and be always happy. Happiness has become more of a commodity. It is a bit discouraging when we are expected to represent the ultimate happy being. Someone who has it all, and is always cheerful. I don’t think it’s possible. Mhh…maybe online, perhaps…where we can project an idealized version of ourselves.
Instead of happiness, I try to always rely on my inner joy. By nature I am just a ‘happy’ human being. Nothing can beat me and derive me of pleasure of daily living, even if sometimes it’s shit.
But I do catch these rare moments of happiness, and for me it’s based in my daily routine. Songbirds in the early morning, nice coffee in peace when everyone is still sleeping, waking up early, writing, and good food. I love cooking and I love going out to eat.
These small, simple things bring me joy, and occasionally I also feel happy. But I also search for meaning, and it’s more important for me.
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