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Some Musings.
14 years ago
It's sad that I consider myself to be an intelligent man. Granted, most people will probably never really take the time to look in themselves in the eye and think about who they are. In all their lives, they'll never see their days as the droning, monotonous march it is, and will blithely continue on.
But really, are those who see through the veil of comfort and monotony any better? Do we do anything about it, knowing how our lives are getting less and less meaningful by the day? No. We settle into our little routines, despite knowing better, and even despising those who live in peaceful ignorance. It doesn't help to live in a time where everything's been done, everything's been said. There's nothing new. Nothing interesting anymore. We live our lives to the end of satisfying society's do's and dont's. And if we don't, we'll be berated. The pursuit of happiness and fulfillment is something not many people strive for anymore.
And I mean REAL fulfillment. Not doing what you're told and getting a dog treat for your effort. Fulfilling your own needs, doing what truly makes you happy, in spite of a world that tells you that you can't. I'd rather be happy than smart, but by the gods, I'll be both before I die.
Take pleasure in discomfort. It means you're doing something new, pushing yourself beyond your own comfort zone. That was never meant to be a bad thing, and only those too placid with their lives to see beyond their jobs and television sets would argue that. Nobody can ever expect to better themselves if they stay in their little safe boxes, doing the same thing every day. It's neither logical nor sensible.
I'm sure this will be discarded as rambling, and maybe it is. But let me ask you something, reader. Put some real thought into this. It'll be worth it.
When was the last time you were honestly, truly happy? If it was in your childhood, then you should take a good look at yourself and ask why.
But really, are those who see through the veil of comfort and monotony any better? Do we do anything about it, knowing how our lives are getting less and less meaningful by the day? No. We settle into our little routines, despite knowing better, and even despising those who live in peaceful ignorance. It doesn't help to live in a time where everything's been done, everything's been said. There's nothing new. Nothing interesting anymore. We live our lives to the end of satisfying society's do's and dont's. And if we don't, we'll be berated. The pursuit of happiness and fulfillment is something not many people strive for anymore.
And I mean REAL fulfillment. Not doing what you're told and getting a dog treat for your effort. Fulfilling your own needs, doing what truly makes you happy, in spite of a world that tells you that you can't. I'd rather be happy than smart, but by the gods, I'll be both before I die.
Take pleasure in discomfort. It means you're doing something new, pushing yourself beyond your own comfort zone. That was never meant to be a bad thing, and only those too placid with their lives to see beyond their jobs and television sets would argue that. Nobody can ever expect to better themselves if they stay in their little safe boxes, doing the same thing every day. It's neither logical nor sensible.
I'm sure this will be discarded as rambling, and maybe it is. But let me ask you something, reader. Put some real thought into this. It'll be worth it.
When was the last time you were honestly, truly happy? If it was in your childhood, then you should take a good look at yourself and ask why.
This is something that has been important to me for a very long time. I've always lived with a mentality that questioned most of how we're brought up. Why are we told we have to be miserable before we can be happy?
Why can't we be happy when we're miserable?
All it takes is us. Our perspective can change, and we have so much capability to. We have complete control of how we feel about situations, not necessarily the situations or outcomes... So why are we leaving it to fate? So many people are passing up joy and true happiness for what we're told is real happiness. This is hardly relevant, as only we can determine what fulfills and satisfies us.
Nice Journal :)