HAPPINESS
What is Happiness?
I’ve been searching for a perfect quote that defines happiness and put it on this post but I realized there’s lots of it all over the net, in different sites, by different people whether known or not so much. Even pictures talk about it and I thought since this is MY blog, maybe I should think of my own; own thoughts, own words, own definition. And it took me this number of words and still I don’t have any, still I would start the next paragraph asking…
WHAT IS HAPPINESS?
Well, let me just go for the obvious, Happiness is a feeling; a feeling of satisfaction from everything people go through. It’s a feeling that makes us jump out of laughter or even just a smile out of something. It’s a feeling that makes us remember things because it gave us such an amazing feeling that nothing else could feel better. IT IS A FEELING, it’s basically a feeling.
Like I said, I’ve searched for words and people that have something on happiness and most of them say it depends upon how you perceive things. I mean, things happen and it’d be up to us whether how we’d take it. They say we’re the controller of our feelings, that we actually have the power to be happy. Each of us differs in our reasons of being happy. And it depends on what we’re lacking. Say, some who works all day would definitely be happy by just getting a full 12-hour sleep, some who admires someone could be happy by seeing the one he/she admires. Some who’s ill could even be happy just by waking up in another morning of his/her life. And so that’s why sometimes it’s hard to define such word, ‘because HAPPINESS varies.
In my case, and in this post, I’m just gonna let out the most unhappy part of ME.
I’m April and I’m unhappy. I feel so cliché. I feel normal. I feel ordinary. See, I wake each day, make my bed, drink some chocolate milk then watch T.V. or surf the net or read a book until night time. And then the next day same thing happens. Worst part is, whenever I do something to try to break my routine it always comes back the next day. CRAP! I love my life and everything in it but sometimes it just bores me, like I’m in a state of limbo or something. I feel like the most boring person in the planet, even internet bores me! WTH! I log on to my Facebook and see lot’s of notifications that are mostly just about some stupid and worthless applications; I go to my Tumblr, try to amuse myself reblogging and posting stuffs and then after doing some I’d realize “what’s up with these?” It doesn’t even change the world for me. At least I have Twitter to talk to but then again at the end of day… the world doesn’t really care about what I’m doing and what I’m thinking for every 2 minutes. DARN! I feel like Capt. Hook on a Peter Pan movie being fed to the sea monster while the boys shout “OLD, ALONE, DONE FOR” and can’t even fly because he got no happy thoughts! Oh, Life… when will your time come? I just want to do something different, something not ordinary. Something that if I do it would matter. I WOULD MATTER. I just want to be able to do things I want to do like get a tattoo for instance. I got a lot of things that thrills me that I can't do for some LAME reasons. And there's this someone named "my alter ego" just keeps telling me that I'm just being impatient. Because she strongly believes there would come a time when I don't have to do this "self-pity" ritual of mine and just get what I want. Good point, definitely a "could-be", but I'm not getting younger everyday. Who knows when that "time" she's talking about is coming? I can't get a tattoo when I'm 90 already and expect people to think "that's cool" anymore. It's been an 18 full years, my youth's running out and the most "youthful" thing that I'd done was getting drunk. And that's the most, mind you. WTH! I feel like I'm not making a good use of my youth, like I'm not making the most out of it. And the bad thing is I want to but I just cannot. It sucks. And trust me, I am trying real hard to just appreciate my life better but sometimes I just can't help but want something more for it. Not that I'm not grateful with what I'm given 'cause I am so much thankful for the rest of the things I have. I ma just being what I am, HUMAN. Human want things, they just do.
Anyways, so much for the drama of being UNNOTICED, I hereby end this post with a huge massive hope of someday a Lucas Scott would write a book about me that got the words:
“April will change the world someday, and she doesn’t even know it”
