Dit mooie verhaaltje kwam ik online tegen. Very worth sharing als je het mij vraagt, so voila.

Be happy, be good, be positive, be optimistic, be successful, be woke, be spiritually enlightened. Consume the perfect diet. Attract a million followers on Instagram. Live your best life. Rise up the career ladder. Be fit and healthy. Be your greatest self. Manifest your life’s purpose. Optimize your body’s functioning. Release your pain, fear, anger and sadness. Free yourself from doubt. Fall in love with the man or woman of your dreams and live happily ever after and never feel lonely again. This dream is beautiful but is literally killing us.

The eternal soul has no interest in living up to any ideal of happiness, however beautiful.
Fuck the “perfect life”; it only makes us depressed, anxious, addicted, and actually feeds our shame and self-loathing and feelings of failure. The constant striving eventually exhausts us, brings us to our knees. It’s too much work for the poor organism, to be positive all the time.

The unconscious is enraged by the lie. And it wants to fucking rest. But in our exhausted state, afraid even to touch our exhaustion, we turn to medication, energy drinks, drugs, mantras, the gym, more positivity. Or we simply lose ourselves in thought. Or we create a new identity as “the depressed one” or “the failure”. Or we simply push through the exhaustion and just keep busy, and numb. Keep moving at any cost. Never stop.

All time happiness literally makes us unhappy. Fuck this kind of false happiness. It’s vitally important to make room for the darkness and struggles too. To create space in your life for the grief, the rage, the shame, the fear and the loneliness. To bring these poor, misunderstood creatures out of hiding and into the light. If you do not, they will drain your lifeblood like vampires. Until you listen.

Be willing to expose your unhappiness too. Give a voice to the sorrow, the anger, the fear, the deep loneliness at the core. Break some taboos. Tell the vulnerable thing. The truth. Shatter the false image. You may lose followers. You may lose friends. You may lose your job. You will certainly lose your mask. Change may scare the shit out of you. Good. It’s supposed to. It’s the recipe to your best life. A balanced life. Yin and yang. Happy and unhappy. Real.