Longing


 I've realised that life is just an endless cycle of hoping, wishing and longing. We as humans are just constantly looking for things to long for; ending either in heartbreak or with us looking for the next thing to pine after. Be it a person, a place, a thing or a feeling, we are in a state of constant longing and never feeling content.  Achieving our dream leads us to a monotonous life and monotonicity makes us bleak. it's a sadness different from the heartbreak of longing but it's a sadness all the same. Human beings are truly a mystery. We're always longing for happiness and yet chasing after things to delay our happiness. Maybe happiness is an idea and not a feeling and the we find joy in the smaller things. Maybe we have been fed the idea of always having to long for something, never being able to be satisfied, feeling like nothing will ever be enough, feeling like we will never be enough, always clinging onto this thin ray of hope, which maybe one day might lead us to the idea of what we think happiness might be. Maybe happiness isn't achieved in greatness like we are taught to believe, maybe happiness is achieved by learning how to feel content and by learning to feel like we are enough.

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