We are driven by our fears. Everything in human civilization could be traced as an attempt to overcome fear.
A funnel that filter everything.
We all have pain that we hide, a part of us that we just aren’t ready to share with the world.
It can be difficult at times. Even impossible. But being true to ourselves, it is always easy in the end.
So what if we suffer? Aren’t our sufferings a part of our life?
Life is an amalgamation of everything. Sad. Happy. Despair. Anger. And whatnot. Life is life.
Then why do we always chase happiness? Isn’t that a concept too?
Come to think of it, what is happiness?
Accepting some hypothetical series of hormonal impulses? Because believe me, that’s all their is to satisfaction. A surge of feel good hormones.
Everything comes with an expiration date. And the only absolute truth is death. I’m not saying that we should simply stop living, and wait for death.
I’m still not that gloomy.
But why? Why do we chase a hypothetical when in reality, it is never possible. Something will always trump whatever pleasure, or happiness, you are experiencing right now.
There is no such thing as pure bliss. It’s only accepting our tale of life.
That’s all there is to it, accepting things for what they are.
Now, before you think I’m a negative speaker, let me extend it like this. Can’t my words, accepting the situation as it is, be used as a driving force? I’m ambitious, so rather than worrying that I’ll never achieve the greatness I so dearly wish for, how about I accept it, and let it fuel me?
One step at a time.
Rather than chasing the high of an eternal happiness, a satisfaction, why not accept the misery of ambition?
I sound like someone who just took LSD, or maybe some other narcotics.
It’s all the over the place, I guess. But that’s how rambles work, don’t they?
Actually, life lessons work that way too. There is no fucking manual.
#11 steps to eternal bliss by another fucking douche.
Life is life. One step at a time.