Some of us find peace in religion, others in drugs, money, men/women, alcohol, so on and so forth. If I had one more drop of this licker it will take away my worries and it would all be beautiful. I would rather have a purple colored dinosaur running after me for three straight hours, scaring the living shit out of me, or I’d work 14 hours a day , x years straight to get me that one thing that I wanted, which will get me what I want.
I have a friend, his status always reads as “A society obsessed with HAPPINESS!”. I hate him, I hate him to bits. I hate the fact that he always makes me think when I logging in the morning. I hate analyzing in the morning everyday why are we doing what we’re doing, what form of happiness what kind of satisfaction are we searching for , so on and so forth and you know how the cycle goes better.
He always has to say these little things at the weirdest of times, shut up you over analytical fool. You know too much! And the worst part of the whole thing is, he is usually right.
Personally, I think it’s not happiness we think we are looking for; we’re mostly looking for peace.
Now, that’s something precious-to be at perfect peace in whatever conditions we are living in; realizing what we have and what we don’t and somehow being content with it. Well, that’s the right way to do it.
But that’d be too easy wouldn’t it? In our flawed human nature we seek happiness .We run, we run after it like a fairy tale princess we’re seeking locked up in a high tower with an evil step mother.We want to seize it we feel the need that we need to work for it harder and more and in x,y and z directions.
We’re always striving, for any one of the above mentioned. It’s always about needing that or there, it’s always about goals and meeting them. Which kind of makes sense; everyone should have that something to live on for. But associating that “something” with happiness / peace is something different.
I always think hey if you go to that special place after that x amount of running around the mountains (literally) you’ll be happy or at peace. You get there, and that moment last for nothing more than an hour. You come back and you tell everyone about it. How amazing it was, how great it felt, the air and the clouds, you relive it in your head over and over again. But somehow, if you didn’t have all those people to tell, nor did you relive it in your head of how perfect it was (in your head) it would have absolutely no meaning or significance.
Peace, shouldn’t or isn’t something that you can gain by winning or earning x, y or z. It’s either there or it isn’t. Maybe, if we stopped looking for it so damn hard, and in all the wrong places. It would find us, one day.
(Edited by : Izza because woman knows her full stops)