Tuesday, August 20, 2013

my happiness is for me to figure out. so is yours.

i came across a rather profound thought twice in the last week. our happiness is our responsibility. no one else's - not even the ones we love, or claim to love us (or both). it seems we shouldn't blame anyone for our circumstances. we shouldn't expect anyone to pick us up or do something to make us feel better. it bogs others down, it could irritate them. impede their momentum in life. it could cause them to drift. it could end up in painful divorce even. the 2 articles i read were well-written, interspersed with rather painfully obvious nuggets of wisdom. So surely this thought must be worth something, shouldn't it?

afterall, why do we need relationships for? is it not just to fill our life with laughter, a sense of contentment, fulfilled desires, companionship in fun? isn't it so that we don't merely survive, but truly LIVE (in the moment) with no inhibitions, not a care in the world but about ourselves? that must be what relationships are about. of course it is. we need the best for ourselves. we come first. we must win. WE MUST BE HAPPY. at the end of the day, we are responsible for ourselves. no man is an island? screw that. we must, and we're expected to be. islands stand out. there are only islands.

and then we wonder why this world is a fucked up place. the western hegemony has really raped us good, hasn't it. and we don't even know how deep.

sheesh.