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- Justin Vernon
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Happiness feels so impermanent now, like it’s some fleeting ‘spur of the moment’ sensation. The fact that we have to treasure our good times is kind of sad. Given the shitty nature of our economies and politics, it seems socially justifiable to be angry at life, but I don’t think the purest form of happiness associates itself with anything concerning social infrastructure.
It comes down to something a lot more simple, and even those things are lacking, at least in my life. I only find myself finding genuine happiness in a few people, but it feels so short-lived. My mother seems so incredible annoyed all the time, and I wonder if I’m doing something wrong, simply by existing. Going out is a fucking chore, because her disapproving tone makes me want to slap a baby. I found myself just sitting around at home and wondering what I could’ve messed up this time, and then I thought, why is it so hard to just be happy?
It’s not so much about maintaining a spiritual and physical balance to achieve harmony and other Buddhist teachings of freaking perfection, it’s just the ability to be content. The fact that being content is becoming hard points to a deeper issue of latent anger and frustration, and only change can help that. A change in attitude, or environment. Whatever it is, change saves stuff. In fact, the only thing that’s permanent in life is change.
I don’t mean to be greedy or come across as underprivileged, but it’s just the simple fact that this sort of tension has limited my ability to truly be happy. To be genuinely happy would be amazing again, because I’m tired of forcing myself to act a certain way, given the academic circumstances. I hope that shit comes soon.
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- Anonymous
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- Jeff Buckley
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