Just this morning I thought perhaps the true meaning of human life is simply in finding happiness?
‘...and the pursuit of happiness’, makes sense now.
Of course, happiness is an individual thing, the finding out of just what it is that makes you happy.
There are those sort of momentary happys, such as hearing a birdsong, inhaling that fresh smell after a rainshower then seeing a rainbow, watching children at play (those innocents, without a care in the world), stuff like that, then there is the more complicated kind which requires searching, trying out new things, finding what it is that will satisfy your own personal consideration of happiness.
That part isn’t as easy. I envy those that have found theirs, no matter if it is not what I seek, or what I consider happiness. That’s what I mean about it being personal.
I’m still in the seeking stage.
Maybe my happiness IS the seeking and I just don’t realize it? Nah.
Maybe I’m just aiming too high, at impossibilities?
Or maybe something inside me doesn’t want to be happy...or is afraid to be. *sigh*
Anyways, it’s much easier to identify what makes me, personally, UNhappy.
Sadness is an obvious one. Though at least feeling sad lets me differentiate between it and happy. Or something.
Being shunned is another thing that makes me unhappy, being unaccepted for myself, or considered weird and a joke does also. Especially by those I admire. Oh, and right this very minute?, the fact it is so hot that the peanut butter on my pb sammich is melting off and dripping on my top :| I am not happy about that.
Here ends this particular ‘duh’ moment. I have many of them. Stuff that is obvious to most people but eludes me. *deeper sigh*
(Yeah, I sigh a lot *sighs*)