If anyone has been keeping up with my life via social network, you'd know that I've sort of been living a bit of a vagabond life. I've been spending all of my money on gas and coffee to make one trip after another and I haven't been working at all. This month of traveling is what I've always wanted to do with my summers. However, despite the perfection of the past couple weeks, I still find myself unhappy, which makes me question: what really is happiness?
I used to always tie happiness and satisfaction together. I'd say things like "if I could just have this I'd be happy" or "if this would happen I'd be satisfied with my life right now." I would think that satisfying my desires would result in happiness. That makes sense right?
My new theory is a bit different. You see, all of my desires are being satisfied at this point in my life. I can't really think of anything that could be better. Why am I still feeling unhappy? I think that once you finally fulfill a goal or a want of some kind, that makes you desire even more. So what really is satisfaction? Can a person really ever be satisfied? Maybe it's the greed in human nature that makes us want the best of the best in our lives or maybe it's just ambition. Altogether, I realize that satisfaction is not something to be obtained, but rather chased. Maybe that's the meaning of life. Chasing satisfaction to the end of your days just to make your life the best it can be.
Along the lines of "happiness" I think that it's a choice that requires effort. Happiness will not just come to you. I guess that I shouldn't say I'm unhappy, just still chasing satisfaction.
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