“There is often this nagging notion when receiving gifts of fate, and even those of our own hard work, that at some point, the rug will be swept from underneath us — that all this happiness will be given to some nameless person who has certainly earned it more. We keep ourselves at a palpable distance from our joys because, should we come to rely on that warm feeling of blessed complacency, we will be easily knocked off our pedestal. Better to keep one foot permanently on the ground, we seem to think, even if it means we can never experience the highs of time well-spent.”
This is the deepest, darkest and sorest alcove of my heart. I am never quite happy enough, and it’s because I always think there is something better to be had – when in reality, I should just accept what’s been given to me as an absolute blessing. I should accept that the opportunities and privileges in my life are both bequeathed through good fortune and earned through hard work. Being happy is the most fundamental pillar of life and yet it seems to be the hardest to keep upright. Just insert this article into any facet of my life, and it all comes together too seamlessly for comfort.
