happiness is an interesting thing. so very intangible, slipping through your fingers, making you pursue the chase over and over again. come to think of it, what is even being happy? and do we know when we are? last autumn i spent quite some time lingering upon this. the circumstances gave me both mental space and opportunity to ponder the subject. having this glade of time for self-exploration in an otherwise paced life was greatly valuable. i read. listened to other people’s experiences. made choices solely with regards to what i enjoyed and felt i gained from in that particular moment. went running. studied what i felt like. explored new places. went to the same places over and over again. experienced flow. thought.
of course this was a luxury with limitations. at some point you need to do the boring stuff, take others into consideration when choosing. but it taught me something and i had time to figure out my values and priorities. i learnt to appreciate even more the little things passing you by in haste. being caught by the beauty of the afternoon sky. the old facades in my home quarter. a perfect apple. my sisters stream of words. the smile of my friend. a soft sweater. playing the same song over and over. and this makes a huge difference.
my conclusion to this experience is that giving a little thought as to how we can affect our happiness is greatly valuable. to think about the way we approach life and it’s challenges. you just need to make a little time to figure out about what makes you feel good. life can be fantastic or it can be a never-ending struggle. why pick the hard way?
We’ve come so far, it feels so real.
All this time, that we’ve waited for it.
And who we are, and where we’re going to.
All this time, preparing for it.
– Sort of Revolution, Fink
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