Ask people what they want in their life and the answer is simple: to be happy. Maybe it’s this expectation though -the wanting to be happy- that keeps us from ever getting there. Maybe the more we try to will ourselves to state some bliss the more confused we get to the point where we don’t even recognize ourselves. Still we just keep smiling trying like hell to be the happy people we wish we were. Until eventually it hits us, it’s been there all along, not in our dreams and hopes but in the none –the comfortable, the familiar.
I feel like people get lost when they think of happiness as a destination. We’re always thinking that someday we’ll be happy. You know, we’ll get that car or that job or that person in our lives that fixes everything. But happiness is a mood and a condition, it’s not a destination. It’s like being tired or hungry; it’s not permanent, it comes and goes, and that’s okay. And I feel like if people thought of it that way, they’d find happiness a lot more often.
i panic when i get comfortable. #masokista
HAHA! i know.
my favorite!
why babe?? HAHA
mwah!