This Isn't A Happy Post
28 November 2016 | Post A Comment
Happiness has become this great ideal that we all feel inclined to strive for. We are taught to believe that a life full of happiness is the goal and it's placed on a pedestal as the ultimate emotion. We try to walk a path that leads to it and this becomes our focussed life mission. We want our days to be filled with it.
But I don't want to live a life full of happiness. I want to live a life that is full.
Life is the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you're about to do something you shouldn't, or really should, do. It's the feeling of appreciation and gratitude of what we have, regardless of if it purely brings us happiness. It's the tears from listening to a piece of music that speaks directly to your soul.
I want to feel completely overwhelmed by feelings of curiosity and fascination of the world. We should want to experience being utterly consumed by fear and then the feeling of falling into the release when we emerge from the other side. Life is about being filled with love and passion so powerful it literally takes your breath away. I want to feel my inside drop with that sense of immense relief at good news.
We should strive for reaching an unburdened sense of peace and calm and accept feelings of indifference and contentment. We should allow ourselves to be engulfed by the reckless abandonment and freedom of life at night. We should want to know what it's like to walk into a room and feel confident and self assured and also how it feels to be uncertain and vulnerable. In order to appreciate joy we must know intense sadness, pain, despair and hopelessness. I just want to feel, as much as I can.
I want to experience the intensity and vastness of human emotion so I know I have really lived. I want to feel it all. I am not interested in being confined to the believed luxury of happiness alone.