Ruth Whippman’s on to something. In a recent article she talks about America’s desperate pursuit of happiness, which quite often seems to end up in a large pile of dissatisfaction. After comparing the ever-positive Americans to the perpetually disgruntled Brits and revealing statistics that claim Americans rank lower than Brits on the happy scale, she wraps up with a simple, “So they may as well stop trying so hard.”
Easier said than done. Ever since I’ve come to the United States, it’s largely the pursuit of happiness and perfection that’s driven every one of my decisions. I’m constantly looking to improve on life, find “true” happiness (as opposed to the fraudulent kind), and “real” success. I’m pretty sure I have a version of all of these wondrous things, but still, one can’t be too sure.
And so, I keep at it. Working, slogging, struggling to be happy. Ignoring the fact that I’m already there, because it just can’t be this easy. Happiness can’t lie in simplicity, surely not. There’s got to be more to happiness and I refuse to rest until I find it.
Easier said than done. Ever since I’ve come to the United States, it’s largely the pursuit of happiness and perfection that’s driven every one of my decisions. I’m constantly looking to improve on life, find “true” happiness (as opposed to the fraudulent kind), and “real” success. I’m pretty sure I have a version of all of these wondrous things, but still, one can’t be too sure.
And so, I keep at it. Working, slogging, struggling to be happy. Ignoring the fact that I’m already there, because it just can’t be this easy. Happiness can’t lie in simplicity, surely not. There’s got to be more to happiness and I refuse to rest until I find it.
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