Happiness is overratedA Story by oneZtwoLLsSelf-discovery in the persuit of happinessI’ve been wondering lately what happiness is to me and why it seems to be so fleeting. I’ve come to the conclusion that although I choose my own happiness relative to my surroundings, happiness is overrated. In order to find happiness, I first define what it is that brings me happiness. Someone once told me that your ultimate level of happiness is set at the age of 16. What this means is that when you are at your happiest at 16 that is the peak of your happiness level. I don’t know about you, but my expectations as a 16-year-old were nothing more than pipe-dreams. I thought I had to have the hippest clothes, hang with the most superficial friends and have the most popular boy chauffeuring me to every event. My disappointment level at 16 was fairly high to say the least, and when I was happy, my happiness was rather shallow. Along with the theory that the height of happiness is set at adolescence goes the theory that happiness lasts for no longer than a year then levels out. For instance, you buy your dream car. It’s what you’ve always wanted. After a year of driving that car around, you are back to square one, looking for that dream-whatever to fill the void again. Does this mean that we are inevitably meant to be disappointed or sad? Perhaps so. I read a recent article in Newsweek describing how sadness is a necessary emotion. If we aren’t sad at some point, we never aspire for more than the status-quo. We’ve handed over our happiness meter to the pharmaceutical companies. Instead of basking in our blahs, we throw pills at them and seek counseling. Honestly, what is wrong with being sad every so often? I’m not saying that everyone’s level of depression is equal. Sure, there is clinical depression, but most emotional inequalities are predominately relative to external factors. Let me draw your attention to people you may recognize. Mass media has recently highlighted the emotional spiraling of several high profile stars. Curt Cobain, Heath Ledger and Anna Nichole Smith are prime examples. How can someone be happy when they are bowing to the whim of everyone else? What about Brittany Spears, you say? Well, look at her situation. Ever heard of post-partum depression? Most women go through this surge and retention of serotonin directly relative to the birth of a child. Many women don’t even know they are going through it. I can honestly say that I can’t believe my family and friends wanted anything to do with me during and after the birth of my children. I was a horrible person from the conception of my first child until my last child was three (for those of you who don’t know me, the time line equals out to approximately six years of my adult life). Post-partum depression isn’t the only area of sadness women have to contend with. Contrary to current trends in equality of the sexes, women roll with self-anguish more frequently than men. Women are at their lowest point at least once a day, if not more often. Not to mention that time of the month. What then? Women change hormones levels as often as they change clothes. Although I’m through the period in my life where post-partum can be blamed and things have more or less settled down to everyday bullshit, I’m beginning to have feelings of discontentment. What now? Well, life changes bring about discontentment. Boredom brings about discontentment. Dissatisfaction in the mundane brings about discontentment. So, what should I do about it? Should I seek counseling to satisfy my need for contentment? Should I seek medication? No. Happiness is overrated and in order for me to bring about change in my little world, I must first feel the unease of unhappiness. I must wade through sadness to brave the unknown and find what brings me pleasure. Unfortunately, it’s been quite a while since I could say that I’ve been ultimately happy, and I don’t know if I would recognize happiness right now if it slapped me upside the head. Is happiness purely satisfaction in the mundane? Does happiness simply mean that you aren’t sad? This line of thought brings me back to the height of happiness in adolescence theory. Perhaps I was clinically depressed during adolescence, so I never learned to be truly happy. Am I doomed for the rest of eternity? I’d like to think not. I’d like to think that I’m simply bored or that I only need to find a hobby to find happiness. Until I find that something, I will continue being discontent, but even when I find do happiness, I can only look forward to it lasting a year. I guess I will continue seeking my happiness. When I find it, I’ll remember to save some discontentment for the future so I can start the cycle again. © 2008 oneZtwoLLsReviews
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