The Balloon Theory
STATUTORY WARNING: THIS POST IS NOT ONE WHERE I SAY THAT I AM THE GREATEST HUMAN BEING ON EARTH. IF YOU THINK IT'S A NARCISSISTIC RANT, THEN LEAVE AND STAY UNHAPPY FOREVER, YOU JERK.
Lately, I've been doing a lot of thinking
You should instead ask, "What exactly are you thinking, Archie?"
Well, I've been brainstorming a lot over happiness. How our own happiness is often not dictated by us, but by a lot of other materialistic things and... people.
I mean, think about it.
Like, some of us will only be happy if we do an internship/get a job at a big Fortune 500 company. Some of us will be only happy if we take up something that gives us prestige. Some of us will be only happy if we run away from our current environment to some place unknown and start anew.
Oh, and the most glaring example of all: Some of us will be only happy if we have the person that we love the most.
What's most common in these situations is the fact that we are latching our happiness not to us, but to something else - the loss of which, would make us unhappy.
If our internship with that big company ends, we become sad. If we get fired from that Fortune 500 job, we become upset. If we end our leadership term that gives us prestige ends (or worse, is taken away), we become morose. If we run away to some place and are forced to come back, we become mopey and wistful.
The worst of all: if we lose that person we love the most, we become devastated.
Why this sadness?
It's because our reason to stay happy isn't to have that emotion of happiness for a continued period of time. Our reason for happiness is based on a myriad of other emotions - pride, love, arrogance.
If you think about it, our happiness is like a balloon. It's a bright, shining balloon that often gets tied to different things, emotions and people.
At the beginning, these things/emotions/people only inflate your happiness by blowing more air into your balloon.
Suddenly, before you even realize it, they release the air by untying the balloon's knot - or even worse, making the balloon burst suddenly and spectacularly.
After that, my dear reader, you're left all alone and are dying in abject agony.
So the whole point of my spiel is this: is it really worth it to make other factors a focal point of your happiness? Is it really worth getting all these laurels and all these people in your life if you're not truly happy?
Wouldn't it be much better if you tied your balloon of happiness to yourself and nurtured your happiness for simply being happy? Wouldn't this self-love make your life a much simpler and healthier space?
Think about it.
Stay awesome as ever,