2.98: In Pursuit of Happiness

My first day of the happiness search was more like a mourning period. Abandoning an idea that has been your fuel for so long is worse than fasting. It is going off a serious drug cold turkey. A lot of emptiness followed. A lot more emptiness remains. Buddha once said of impermanence, “Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” So I did and I do. I thought, ‘what makes me happy now?’ I found nothing for a long stretch of time and then my mind wandered into the idea of how it would feel to be buried in story. It could be good. However, thinking about what could be vs. what is has become a rallying cry for depressive thought. So, I cleaned my office and drowned my thoughts in an audiobook.

That worked for a while.

Then the kids were back. Honestly, without them as part of this experience I would not have that present love I spoke of and that alone means that I am not really moving past the need. It is only when all that I love is afar that I can truly focus on what it means to be alone and what is born out of that loneliness–good or bad. I’ll have a great deal of opportunity to explore that over the next few days. In one sense I look forward to the opportunity to grow. In another I am purely terrified of what may come.

 

Some Thoughts:

  1. One last chance for the Giants. The kids really want to see the Xmas eve game ($600?!?!) and I really need to see a win before I consider anything. The losses have been so disappointing that I cannot see myself shelling out that kind of coin for more of the same. I’d rather go to the Nintendo store and buy swag.
  2. It is worth noting that in Madden I added three buffed out made up players and Jarvis Landry to the lineup and the squad still couldn’t do better than 9-7. Hot mess.

2.97: On Self, Successful living, and Finding Personal Happiness

Lately my life has been in tremendous upheaval. Most of the people I consider friends have fallen away. My closest relationships are not what I want them to be and, since I’m being honest, not a healthy situation for anyone involved. Throughout all of this I have been clinging to am outdated idea of what happiness looks like to me. It is not that my idea of happiness is wrong, but instead my idea of happiness is unachievable. What I want is to be part of something larger in a familial sense. What I want is to come home to the love of my life and share my evening with her and wake up with her in my arms.

None of that is possible.

What is possible is to take the time to redefine what is going to make me happy in life. I know what isn’t possible. I know what is not going to make me happy. But what is? Long I’ve structured my life around other people and relationships. For example, a base level of happiness required me to be in a loving relationship (read: family and someone to come home to). I have no desire to go out and look for that again. There are two reasons for that. First, I won’t find anything as good as I had, because what I had was amazing, special, and once in a lifetime kind of love. Second, I have no desire to intertwine my life with another person. I don’t have the energy or desire to develop a love for them and their family and deal with their history. Bonus: I have stupid high standards and one person meets them. Lowering those standards is settling for something and I am not devoting my heart if I am merely settling. Honestly, I don’t have a heart to give anymore as it has already been given.

So, love is off the table. Writing ought to be that thing that fills the space, but again, if I’m being honest, writing does not make me happy anymore. I don’t get that thrill from writing. It doesn’t make me feel like I belong. It isn’t something I look forward to doing. I still do it because I have to and because I hope that one day I will want to again.

At least I’ve reached the point where I know what isn’t going to be that force for happiness in my life and I am allowing myself the freedom and the space to discover what is. I am also allowing myself the freedom and space to discover that it could be nothing. Often people can’t find what makes them happy or that ship has sailed. They live with the regret of it and wallow until they die. I’m not going to wallow if I learn that I’ve blown it completely. I’ll merely surrender and devote myself back to making others happy, so at least someone gets to be.