16 4 / 2011
I’m on the pursuit of happiness..
Being happy. Right. There are songs about it, quotes on it, books talking about acheiving it, seminars teaching it, and advice on how to get it. Maybe you know someone who is, or maybe you are even yourself… at this prefered state of being. Maybe it’s a distant, vague memory, or something that was so recent you can still almost taste it. Maybe you are close to it, close enough that the finish line is a measurable distance, something that can be attained in a sprint. Maybe it’s that thing thats over those hills in the distance, reachable, sure, but not without some major effort. Maybe you feel it’s impossible, something for other people, but not for you. Wherever you are in the “acheiving happiness” scale - isn’t it what we are all reaching for, trying to become? Happy?
I’ve heard people say that being happy is simple. I’ve heard people say that being happy is complicated. I’ve heard its easy, and I’ve heard that it takes work. I’ve heard that you need to concentrate on happiness, and that you cannot overanalyze it. With all these contridictions, is it any wonder that “happy” is one of the most intriguing, the most frustrating, and the most desirable thing we can be?
So what if you find yourself in that grey area - not quite happy, not quite unhappy, and wholly unsure on how to breach the difference? What do you do then?
