The Quest for Happiness
Updated: Sep 27, 2020
A fairly profound title, amIright…? Over the course of lockdown and beyond I have often questioned whether or not I’m feeling happy or content; internally asking on a scale from 1-10 how happy do I feel at this exact moment in time, as if it’s something that can be scaled or measured on a spectrum. Usually we don’t take time to step back and actually consider what it is to be happy, often as we are too busy chasing this coveted concept - the proverbial ‘dangling carrot’- to realise when it’s been bestowed upon us.
I’ve come to the conclusion that happiness is stopping for a minute and appreciating what you have, and understanding that it’s only really a fleeting feeling that is best enjoyed in small doses to be fully valued, and comes as a by-product of purpose, conflict and function in life (this is getting deep I know…). Of course happiness is subjective, some may say money can’t buy contentment but I sure as shit beg to differ; student loans paid and a one-way ticket to Bora Bora to live out the rest of my days on my own private island? Only with a surplus of funds could this be made possible and I know for a fact this would bring me ultimate happiness, go on, change my mind…
Personally I don’t think that there is a specific route to happiness, and that happiness is found in the route itself; as they say it’s a journey, not a destination. Happiness is sat in your haven of solace at the bottom of your garden, favourite book in hand; it’s in a glass of your beloved bottle of red, or crispy chips slathered in ketchup from your local chippy. It’s in the people you choose to surround yourself with and the moments spent with them that soon become fond memories. Happiness is not avoiding unhappiness, so embrace the cliché’s like dancing in the rain, sleeping under the stars and eating the entire cheesecake in one sitting ‘cos it tastes like damn heaven.