The Sometimes Futile Pursuit of Happiness

It is utterly impossible to disregard aforementioned title I know, and as depressing as it sounds, said pursuit sometimes proves me right plenty. 

Overlooking the morbidity, I do drive a solid point or two I believe. To begin with, what really is happiness?

Well, happiness is entirely case dependent, at least in my opinion.

Here's what I mean, for some happiness is spouse, kids and lots of grandkids, for others happiness means something in the lines of top 30 under 30, CEO of a Fortune 500, something in those lines. 

Only things that's standard is the the journey towards what happiness means to you. Having that one girl you want who's right there but just can't get her and having that big promotion just out of reach does hurt all the same. It's like dangling a steaming tomahawk steak in the face of a  former grill chef turned vegetarian.

It all begs the question what to do to be happy? Well, I suppose this question is better posed at Yoda or a magic 8 ball. 

Everything that goes into achieving your custom vision for happiness more often than not consequentially ends up being unnecessarily draining, daunting and exhausting.

Then comes the big sad and you have to stay afloat, look happy and impossibly chase something that always seems just out of your reach: one less mistake, one less curse word, one less screw up and bang! all you ever wanted and dreamed of would be yours. 

Life, am I right?


Stay happy, at least try to, 

Love,

_storyteller

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