I hate Perfect.
Perfect is what makes people compare themselves to others and hate themselves.
Perfect is what stole integrity, honesty, and trust from human relationships.
Perfect is what keeps people from enjoying their lives, forces people to turn to substances for understanding, and allows people to tear others down.
Perfect is the cousin of impossible, the husband of society’s beauty standards, and the brother of every -ism and addiction in society.
Perfect is a human creation used to describe the unattainable and the ultimate good, but it has turned into a reason for people to lie, scheme, and connive their way to the top.
Perfect is anxiety.
Perfect is depression.
Perfect is envy, anger, and sadness.
Perfect is hate.
I hate Perfect.
Happiness is a choice. I think it’s kind of ridiculous that a lot of people somehow want happiness to be their default emotion. They want to wake up every morning and look like that guy from the “male enhancement” commercials. That’s not realistic. Some days, we’re gonna wake up happy because it’s payday, or because I got that “good morning” text, or because it’s still winter break. But happiness is conditional. Eventually, it won’t be payday, he’ll stop being so sweet every morning, and classes will start over. We’ll wake up once our happiness is over and go searching for something else to make us happy. And the cycle continues.
I don’t mean to sound cynical, but in most cases, things fuel our happiness. We think things will make us wake up every morning full of joy. Some people shop when they’re sad, and it makes them temporarily happy. Temporarily. Not permanently. I can’t think of one thing I own that’s had the power to make me happy.
Will Smith’s character in The Pursuit of Happyness wasn’t happy because he was making six figures. He was happy because he could provide for his family. I think that’s what his happyness was. That he didn’t have to see his child sleep on the streets anymore.
Some people think being happy is just not being sad or angry. Nobody wants to be sad. But sometimes, I think we have to experience those negative emotions in order to be happy. Have you ever been really sad/mad/frustrated but tried to act like you were happy? Usually your friends didn’t buy it. Your true emotions were written all over your face or played out in your actions. I think it’s ok to experience those negative emotions, as long as it’s not for too long. If we don’t work through what’s bothering us, how are we ever gonna get to the point where we’re happy?
I’m not really sure what makes us happy. Maybe we make ourselves happy. Even in the worst situations, if we choose to be happy, maybe we’ll actually be happy. Or maybe we have to truly be at peace with our lives and what’s going on all around us to be happy. I don’t know. All I know is happiness isn’t something you can buy at a store.