Question: why the hell is the concept of “happy” considered the yardstick for human fulfillment? I mean, really, you guys, who the hell decided that you need to be happy all day every day in order for you to have a successful life? COME ON, WORLD.
This is something that I’ve been thinking about lately because I’ve got a few things piled on my metaphoric ‘Life Plate’ right now and, sometimes, the sheer size and amount of work that needs to be put into these things makes me miserable.
Miserable. As in exclusively and entirely NOT HAPPY. The amount of responsibilities and ambitious goals and just random life stuff I have to deal with has got me running on fumes most of the time. In the first world, privileged, every Bob Dylan song kind of way, I am suffering.
But I’m not panicked about it and, despite all this real frustration, I still genuinely think that I’ve got a good life. A great life even. And you know why? Because the greatest lives are the lives in which you suffer the most.
In a good life you suffer for a lot of the time because the things you are trying to achieve are very meaningful and, at the same time, very, very difficult. Most of the things in the world that bring us real, lasting fulfillment are incredibly hard work and take a lot of sacrifice and downright misery to achieve.
So, raising a child is hard. Climbing the corporate ladder is hard. Starting and managing your own business is hard. Getting a higher degree is hard. Working on a relationship is hard. Creating meaningful artwork is hard. Running a marathon is hard. Keeping a blog filled with quality content that is true to your own voice despite the Negative Nanncies of the world is hard. Writing a freaking book with a looming deadline and crazy pressure is hard.
But the fact that doing all these things is, indeed, very difficult and can be quite miserable most of the time is really NOT the point. It’s the end goal that matters. It’s the nobility of what you’re trying to achieve that counts.
Your minute-by-minute happiness is hardly as important when compared to the ambitiously glorious stuff that’s waiting for you at the end of the tunnel if you just power through all the mucky, grimy, horrible stuff in between. Even if everything royally sucks for you for many years, if you stick it out, you’ll be the better and the happier for it.
So, yeah. Despite all the troubles and toils and endless suffering I may be living in right now, I know that I’ve got a great life. And, odds are, if you’re also suffering then so do you.
All my love!