The Moment I Stopped Chasing Happiness
And started living
For a little while, I’ll admit, I was obsessed with happiness.
Most days were peppered with questions — over and over. This relentless pursuit to be happy with my life because the truth was, I was a million miles away.
I hated to admit but really I was so far off it was embarrassing. This was a few years ago mind you. A lot has changed since then. In fact, the other week I found myself on the eve of my 30th birthday in the pub with my family.
We were chatting about one thing or another, work or something, and I said something to the tune of “I’ve got such a full life, I’m happy.” It was then I realized I’d stopped chasing happiness.
On finding happiness
Now I’d love to attribute this euphoria to the cider or the case of obsessive happiness seeking, but actually, there is a much simpler explanation. You see, for the last few years, I’ve not really thought about happiness at all. Not to the degree I used to.
I used to read books, listen to podcasts and watch YouTube videos. Anything that might provide an answer to how, just how, I might just be slightly happier than I was — which at the time was utterly miserable.
