So I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness and unhappiness.
Every day I see people who should be happy but they’re not. They’re tortured in a way. Conflicted and sad, then ecstatic and overflowing with love. It’s me too.
I see people burn out. Especially in this blogging/vlogging/sharing-everything world. And when they ache and share that with the rest of us, they’re told to suck it up and not be a spoiled brat. That people have it much worse in other parts of the world and that they do not have the right to feel unhappy, basically. That offends me immensely.
Anxiety, stress and burnout are the sicknesses of this time and I don’t believe that it’s a coincidence.
In this blessed life it’s hard to tell a challenge from a crisis from a nothing. Is it just me or is this a roller coaster ride? How can we feel so happy and desperate all at once? The struggle is really real.
We’ve created a society, a world, where love is not enough. We don’t need each other anymore. Not to survive, anyway. And in a culture where you aren’t needed by anyone, you’re replaceable and frankly not that important, you’re bound to feel unhappy.
I’m reading on this topic and it’s hitting home so bad. I feel for everyone who’s struggling.
I told a friend that I have an existential crisis once a week since becoming self-employed. I said it half joking ’cause it’s so relateable and futile that all you can do not to despair is to laugh. He then told me he has an existential crisis every two hours. And we left it at that.
This is way gloomy and emo, I know. I don’t mean to be a downer but we must acknowledge this pain. The pain of the privileged, I guess you can call it. Don’t tell anyone to suck it up ’cause they should be happy. Don’t judge.
Just as happiness can be found in the most unlikely, most primitive places, unhappiness can be found in the most beautiful places too.
I think we’ll be alright. And I do think there’ll always be something to be upset about. I don’t believe in a person that doesn’t feel any pain (for herself or for others). But we’ll be alright.
Much love, Nina