
We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have, but rather of recognising and appreciating what we do have.
When life starts to offer nothing more than pressure and boredom, we try to remind ourselves the need for an outlet. An escape. Things that would keep you refreshed. Actions that would make you smile. While we continue to live with this mentality, we realised nothing has changed once we look back at the time we first made this resolution. All we wanted was an external change.
Because the truth is, we are hopelessly stuck in this quagmire of pressure that we start losing fragments of ourselves that would keep us happy. We live on each day thinking that true happiness will come someday when everything is over. But nothing in our lives will ever be over. We have difficulty remembering the last time happiness felt real. Little do we realise true happiness never had a real definition.
We are discontent because we choose to be. More often that not, test scripts offer undesired grades; work deadlines offer no real meaning; people offer unpleasant remarks. And our loved and trusted ones didn’t act out the way we wished they were. We try to fix and force pressurising situations to suit our way. Yet in the end, it was ourselves that allowed discontent to manifest.
Maybe it’s about being content with less rather than acquiring more. Be appreciative and accepting than trying to change those we treasure. Pause at the times we turn manipulative and start thinking of the good things associated. Start enjoying the simplest things in life.
Perhaps its time to redefine our yardsticks of contentment and pick up the fragments we have lost.






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