Time: 22:26
Consuming: Peppermint tea
A thought struck today when out with some women.
What does happy mean?
According to Dictionary.com there are a few definitions, but for today we'll mention two that are of utter importance.
1. characterized by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or joy
2. favored by fortune; fortunate or lucky
Coming from Los Angeles I hardly have much to complain about, and frankly neither should anyone else. To be living in this city is a blessing in itself- the weather, the accessibility (of food, places, culture), the mere freedom to be an individual, and of course community. The reason I mention this is because I was taken aback as to what I felt was such a high amount of negativity from dear friends that I was spending the day with. It seemed that living in such a beautiful place, well-off to eat and an ability to spend on entertainment should be "enough," that having a day to do such would be, I don't know, splendid. The thing was though, even seeing a business owner and a fresh graduate from University (something that many people strive for) still did not show me a person who was happy.
As I am discovering my path in life I take into account those things, people, events, and experiences that I think will make me happy. But as I consider this, is being happy even enough? Is happy a drawn out word that needs to be replaced? If happy is just being content or fortunate is that even enough?
Frankly, from what I am gathering being "happy" is not what we should be striving for. Perhaps what we really need to be trying to attain is a sense of individual truth. We do not need to be delighted or lucky, we need to be fulfilled and ever-searching. Being content is nothing but an excuse to settle. Happiness may be good in the short-term, but what is it that serves us at a deeper and more personal level? What is it that invigorates us to the core?
Perhaps our compasses need re-adjusting.
Perhaps we just need to find our own North star.
