LF: Happiness
Why does life have to be complicated? Or rather, why do we make it complicated?
I could count on one hand the mornings I woke up feeling excited for the day. Whether it's my perpetual lack of sleep or something else, I have no idea.
Life, in general, has been very tiring. I cannot shake off that feeling of uneasiness, loneliness, pressure, being behind.
From the surface, it probably looks like I have everything I need to live quite comfortably. A family, albeit incomplete, and a job that helps me provide for my son. There's food on our plates and roof on our heads. By most standards, that should be enough.
But I'm not happy.
I know how this sounds. Like I am not seeing the things I have. Like I should be more grateful. Maybe I should be.
But sometimes, my emotions just overpower the philosophical ideologies I promise to uphold. I wonder if there will come a time when I'll be able to tame them, or at least learn how to calm myself without feeling overwhelmed.
External factors contribute to one's happiness. But as they say we need to find it within ourselves.
For me, this feels true now more than ever. And I haven't discovered mine.