Fuck Being Happy
There is so much pressure being happy people devote their life to happiness. This is the same thing as devoting your life in finding your favourite drug then being high all the time. People think that searching for happiness gives their life meaning, when in reality it gives them something to do. Morbidly obese people diet and loose all that weight to become what they perceive as beautiful. To be told how nice and slim they look. Yet at the end of it, after they have achieved their goal. They have nothing to do, so quite often they put all that weight back on.
Young people with low job prospects and poor education get there girlfriend pregnant then get married because centuries of brainwashing and preconditioning tell them this. But in reality the young couple have a lot of growing up to do themselves before they even think about raising another human being.
Like any pleasure people are attracted to sex because in those 5 – 7 minutes of intercourse (depending on which data source you choose to believe) your mind goes blank and you abandon all else, just to be in the moment. People like this feeling so keep chasing it, trying so desperately relive it again and again.
Be it loosing weight, raising a family, living your wildest sexual fantasies or being an avid stamp collector. It gives people something to do, because when faced with total freedom they flounder in the ocean. They’re given too much choice and so will latch on to the first thing that seems attractive. It’s easier living in a garden pond with its limited space and familiar surroundings than to swim in the ocean with its unlimited possibilities.
I’m fortunate to live where it is easy to do what I want, say what I want and think what I want. Even though I am no truly free, it would be both ignorant and stupid of me to think my environment is so constricting it prevents any form of self expression, and it is because it so vast, ultimately there is plenty of opportunity to live a life of ones choosing.
That is what it comes down to. Not just falling into jobs, but actively choosing what you do. It’s not easy, because if it was, everyone would be doing it. But when you find your art, your vocation, your higher calling. You pursue it with all the energy you have.
The happiness will come and go. It’s that balance makes us appreciate it, even recognize what it is.
When I look back at my life, what am I going to wish I did more of? Watching TV?
No.
Fuck being happy.
Jack.
There is so much pressure being happy people devote their life to happiness. This is the same thing as devoting your life in finding your favourite drug then being high all the time. People think that searching for happiness gives their life meaning, when in reality it gives them something to do. Morbidly obese people diet and loose all that weight to become what they perceive as beautiful. To be told how nice and slim they look. Yet at the end of it, after they have achieved their goal. They have nothing to do, so quite often they put all that weight back on.
Young people with low job prospects and poor education get there girlfriend pregnant then get married because centuries of brainwashing and preconditioning tell them this. But in reality the young couple have a lot of growing up to do themselves before they even think about raising another human being.
Like any pleasure people are attracted to sex because in those 5 – 7 minutes of intercourse (depending on which data source you choose to believe) your mind goes blank and you abandon all else, just to be in the moment. People like this feeling so keep chasing it, trying so desperately relive it again and again.
Be it loosing weight, raising a family, living your wildest sexual fantasies or being an avid stamp collector. It gives people something to do, because when faced with total freedom they flounder in the ocean. They’re given too much choice and so will latch on to the first thing that seems attractive. It’s easier living in a garden pond with its limited space and familiar surroundings than to swim in the ocean with its unlimited possibilities.
I’m fortunate to live where it is easy to do what I want, say what I want and think what I want. Even though I am no truly free, it would be both ignorant and stupid of me to think my environment is so constricting it prevents any form of self expression, and it is because it so vast, ultimately there is plenty of opportunity to live a life of ones choosing.
That is what it comes down to. Not just falling into jobs, but actively choosing what you do. It’s not easy, because if it was, everyone would be doing it. But when you find your art, your vocation, your higher calling. You pursue it with all the energy you have.
The happiness will come and go. It’s that balance makes us appreciate it, even recognize what it is.
When I look back at my life, what am I going to wish I did more of? Watching TV?
No.
Fuck being happy.
Jack.
