Being happy is hard
I saw a quote the other day. One of those you usually see on fridge magnets and in random corners of the internet. Except, I had never seen this one before:
It’s very simple to be happy. But it’s very difficult to be simple.
There’s so much truth in those words, fridge magnet or not.
It’s like being still and happy feels too easy to be true. Like there has to be something more to it. A plan, a method, a future goal to reach.
Maybe it’s because we’re so used to this thinking in other parts of our lives. The “nothing comes for free” mentality is so deeply ingrained in us that we apply it everywhere. It has followed us from our first attempts at crawling all the way to our latest job role. So why wouldn’t it apply to happiness too?
Maybe our hunger for happiness makes us blind to what’s already on the table.
We’re so used to looking ahead that we forget to look within. Like trying to look into our own eyes. Like fumbling around in the dark with a flashlight in our hand, searching for the flashlight.
Maybe all we need is simply to be happy.
So simple. So hard.