A trait that I’m finding, among a lot of peers my age, is our lust for happiness or money. I say or because it is hard to find the balance in-between the two. “Money can’t buy you happiness”, so they say.
How many people, that you know personally, could you say are exactly where they want to be in life? Family, money, career, etc. Hmm, that’s what I thought. When younger, we were sold a dream, believed that if we endured just under a decade of education we would be granted our dreams. If you had asked me 10 years ago where I would be at this exact moment my imagination would have run barefoot, naked, in the jungle wild. I would be a budding new PR who had already managed to secure her first client within the entertainment industry, flying on private jets, visiting the tropics, working hard and playing harder, fully enjoying my old age. Yes at 14, 24 seemed ancient.
In youth our expectations are not that realistic, I put this down to never really being prepped and prepared for reality. We are forever told that we can be whatever we want to be. But we are never told how to be what we want to be. We search for the breadcrumbs left on the path when we feel clueless about how to achieve all that we want to achieve. We take on other roles in society and the workplace in hopes that somehow are dreams will materialise or to waste time whilst figuring out how to reach our final destination.
This is where partying, sex, alcohol abuse and recreational drugs make a play. Temporary happiness. I don’t mean to make it sound so gritty but it’s the truth, we have all found suited devices to fill our voids. These same devices have a tendency to distract us from our original goals. We become confused as to the correct way of transforming temporary happiness into something with a more permanent residence.
This is to all be added to the fact that we are still finding ourselves. Developing who we are. Potentially our idea of happiness isn’t even a suitable source of joy for us.
I guess the only advice that I can give is to persist. I, personally, would prefer to die knowing that I was seeking happiness rather than miserable after having given up attempting. If I don’t find happiness what would be the point of living. If there is to never be a moment where I can match the visuals of a real life scenario with one of my many insanely big dreams and aspirations than I will feel as though I have failed.