Some time back I wrote a post “WHAT MAKES ME HAPPY??” but it took me almost a year and a half and a job and some other developments in life to realize that Happiness is a MYTH. Probably, an urban legend.
wellllll… Unless I’m missing something, which again is entirely possible.
I guess the main problem is the world that we are born into a world that has a pervading notion about happiness…they tell us to be happy all the time…Parents teachers friends and family constantly want us “happy” .They make us feel that every new born is special.. All little girls are princesses all young boys are young princes. Almost every other written document (religious) say that all men were created equal and were put in this world to pursue happiness.
Pursue?? Well yes… But attain?? No…!!
I joined work right after college. 5 days a week I did a job that is a cocktail of stress and boredom. Out of the available 24 hours, I would sleep for 7 hours. 8 hours are spent at the office (if you not consider the over time) and another 4 or 5 getting ready for office and in transit (ohhh!! yes my city is famous for its infamous traffic jams!!)
So there it is—almost 65 hours are spent doing boring stuff and another 40 sleeping (if you manage to get some good sleep). . For this drudgery, you get forty-eight hours off. Again one third of which will be spent sleeping. Now that’s for a week. Then you do it again, for a few more decades.
[Unless you’re one of those people who enjoys their work. This isn’t for you, because I can’t contemplate enjoying doing anything I could be paid enough to live on… sorry..]
I’m guessing most of the employed people aren’t the happy workers (there have been surveys and studies to prove this point). There are more people working pointless, soul-killing jobs and you can’t enjoy. Everywhere we’re led to believe that everyone else is having a better time than we are. They are happier than US…Total lie..!! I think, by and large, most people are miserable. Or deluded. They are left striving for the chimera of happiness they have always been sold. And they continue on that fruitless path until they die. Oh, the cycle of life and humanity brings a tear to my eye.
Yes, yes, I may not be the first person to wonder about happiness and why we try to pursue something imaginary… so conceptual… my question is: Why don’t more people kill themselves? Why are we alive at the end of the day?? It’s just obligations everywhere…I’m not being a sadist…it’s just something I would really would like to know. Think hard and every person with more than three brain cells will realize that he or she will spend the vast majority of their life and energy doing something that is stressful, boring and, ultimately, pointless, he or she should better be gone than just live for the sake of being born.
The only theory I have is that throughout ages social morale has stopped people from asking question… People have grown incapable of asking question…Questions like “WHY AM I STILL ALIVE??” Is it really possible to be truly happy without any thoughts creeping at the back of your head?? Well for this reason I just don’t ‘get’ the things that make getting out of bed worth it for the other humans. I am, however, quite capable of seeing the ultimate pointlessness of everything. I am completely at a loss for why anyone should do boring things that mean nothing. By the end of it all no one will even remember who we were.
Some of you will say, ‘Find something that means something to you and do that!’ That’s just keen of the peachy variety, if you have things that mean something to you. Some of us just don’t. Life, to me, is something to get through. There is no excitement and anticipation left…accomplishments does not bring the greater inner joy!! It’s just not there…All I do is Mark one day off. One more hour is done. I draw occasionally because it’s free way to mark time and it takes me out of whatever shape of boredom my life is currently taking.
You may think I’m depressed, but I’m not. Don’t consider me suicidal either… I am fairly good at what I do…I draw/design stuff and am making fairly a good deal of money out of it… I will be going back to school and doing my post graduation in engineering in a fortnight’s time…
But still things just don’t mean to me what they mean to you to you. I see my younger sister literally jumping off the ground and hopping around when she gets a good test score. May be she is still not aware that she is going to school just so that she can feed her future family and kids. The great responsibility she has to take up.
I wonder why they do the things they do…? Why do people have kids?? When all that you have got time is to look after them and worry about them for the rest of their lives… I wonder why people are still alive. I wonder how after all the crap people go throw they still claim to be “happy”.
I am no attention grabber, but still everything around feels a lie… As of now life is just Neutral for me. May be some day I might know different or maybe not…!!