happiness.
i’m happy. well, atleast i’d like to think of myself as a happy person. i mean, i try. i’ve constantly been asked the question of “are you happy?” throughout my lifetime. being the non-negative person that i am, though i’ve had to second guess myself from time to time, i’ve always halfheartedly replied with a “yes.” but at the same time, with that response i’ve always felt like i wasn’t being entirely honest with myself.
up until recently, i’ve asked myself that same question. “am i happy?” and in all honesty, why wouldn’t i be? i have great family, great friends, great vibes coming left and right. but i think the reason why i feel like i haven’t been completely honest with myself is because i’ve never really entirely and whole heartedly understood what happiness is. i think it’s safe to say, i am not the only person in this entire universe who wants to be happy. am i right?
but after everything has been said & done and doing a lot of self-contemplating, i’ve learned that the only way to become happy is you have to learn to love yourself. you have to accept yourself for all the little bullshit; flaws and all. once you establish the fact you’re happy with yourself and that you love yourself.. contentment and happiness go hand in hand along with it.
with that said.. there have been times in the past where i truly believed i was happy. now that i look back, it’s pretty sad. you cant completely and truly believe you’re happy just because someone or something in your life makes you happy. i believe you shouldn’t have to rely on anyone or anything to make you happy what so ever. i mean, what if that someone or something disappears? what do you do then? think about it.
sorry for this long ass post. it came out like word vomit, lmao. k ciao!
