If we had no memory, how would we define "happiness?"
We think back and the things that made us happy were memories, right? But what about in that moment? What was happiness? Was it a feeling? Was it the absence of a feeling?
If there is one thing that I can stress on this blog at this stage, it's that you never know what will happen. You'll never know what life will throw at you. I am learning that more and more everyday as I grow older. You think you understand something about life and at the exact moment where everything falls into place, life will challenge it. It burns is down, makes us grow, and molds who we are.
If you aren't feeling happy in the moment you're reading this, does that mean you aren't happy? After you strip everything away and you're alone with just yourself, are you happy?
It's so impossible to define happiness without having the negative. Otherwise, it's just nothing. That sounds scary when you think about feeling nothing. But the fact is that everything is as it is, and it's your perception which makes something what it is to you. Without feeling, you can clearly see things for what they are.
Of course, we are emotional beings. There must be a balance; we cannot ride on the roller coaster of life, just letting things happen and reacting to them or trying so hard to not let it happen that you lose yourself. But we also can't get rid of all of our emotion. The hard part is trying to find the way to balance it and control it. That's the struggle of life.
And so I pose the question: Is it better to be aware and content or to follow the memories in your emotions to feel elation? Which is happiness?
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