Contrary to popular belief, there is no 'recipe' for happiness.
Losing that extra pound, making your first million, being hopelessly loved. No exact combination of things will make two people happy in the same way. Sure, they'd be great, but it won't satiate your lust for true happiness forever.
And it's taken me days to realise, letting my mind chew over it whilst I tread through a rain soaked city, where the wet, black pavement invites me to my destination. I've rolled the thoughts between my fingertips like cool, iridescent pearls, and nursed them like children.
And that's it.
Happiness isn't textbook. Never has been and never will be.
To put it into a food metaphor (because we all luuurve those)- imagine it like you're creating an array of dishes for a new restaurant. Headlining the menu is "True Happiness", an elusive and rare dining experience. You trial everything you can think of- relationships, shopping, music- but searching solace in those comes up nil. Relationships become empty, the thrill of purchase only extends to as long as you truly consider something new and music becomes repetitive. You find individual ingredients that are divine- but just not for your dish of happiness. The relationship that looks incredible from the outside, and from social media, is no more than a feeling of complete lostness and aimless, and an emptiness as you realise your words lose meaning.
I'm still trying to find my happiness, and you may still be to.
One day, all of our versions of happy will be complete...but, as with life, it's all a journey.
The best I can recommend is to enjoy it.
Each moment is precious. x
Losing that extra pound, making your first million, being hopelessly loved. No exact combination of things will make two people happy in the same way. Sure, they'd be great, but it won't satiate your lust for true happiness forever.
And it's taken me days to realise, letting my mind chew over it whilst I tread through a rain soaked city, where the wet, black pavement invites me to my destination. I've rolled the thoughts between my fingertips like cool, iridescent pearls, and nursed them like children.
And that's it.
Happiness isn't textbook. Never has been and never will be.
To put it into a food metaphor (because we all luuurve those)- imagine it like you're creating an array of dishes for a new restaurant. Headlining the menu is "True Happiness", an elusive and rare dining experience. You trial everything you can think of- relationships, shopping, music- but searching solace in those comes up nil. Relationships become empty, the thrill of purchase only extends to as long as you truly consider something new and music becomes repetitive. You find individual ingredients that are divine- but just not for your dish of happiness. The relationship that looks incredible from the outside, and from social media, is no more than a feeling of complete lostness and aimless, and an emptiness as you realise your words lose meaning.
I'm still trying to find my happiness, and you may still be to.
One day, all of our versions of happy will be complete...but, as with life, it's all a journey.
The best I can recommend is to enjoy it.
Each moment is precious. x
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