“Sorrow is better than laughter, for by sadness of the face the heart is made glad”
That is my all time favorite Bible verse. I have a journaling Bible just so that I can write how I feel and what I want to say to God on the sides. For this verse I wrote:
Through sorrow we consider more of our lives, evaluate things as we are, and make the changes that need to be made. It provides a different perspective. It makes people, including me, look inward on themselves.
I have grown to feel somewhat comfortable in this sadness that is in my heart. Not in the way that you most likely think though; I have said this to people in the past, but by looking at their faces, I don’t think they understood where I was coming from. I always get a look of pure sorrow (or pure horror as they believe that I am honestly sad ALL THE TIME).
I do not mean to say that I am sad all the time; I mean to say that I am not afraid to feel sadness. I have felt it a lot in my life and I think that I learn a lot from the feeling.
I’m also not saying that I ENJOY the feeling of sadness. I don’t wish to be sad. It just happens sometimes and I have grown to not fight it as much as I want to.
I realize what most of you are thinking:
Megan. The title of this post is the art of happiness. You are writing a WHOLE lot about sadness.
I bring up the notion of sadness because I honestly do believe that you have to let yourself feel what emotions you have in order to be happy.
All emotions have a purpose (in my opinion).
To me, it is sadness that makes me look inward on myself and my actions. This is what makes me want to improve myself and my mind, and thus I have grown to be a little more comfortable in sadness.
What has inspired this blog is a book that I recently purchased. As some of you may have guessed, it is The Art of Happiness by Epicurus. Some of the things said in the book I disagree with, and others I wholeheartedly believe is true, but it honestly made me think about what truly makes me happy and what I have been prioritizing in recent days.
I found myself thinking about this obsession we all have with happiness. This pure form of goodness that everyone strives toward: being the perfect person with the ultimate life, if you will. This culture of self-obsession and perfection hammers into people’s heads that they are never enough, that this ultimate form of a person will always be just a half an inch out of reach for those that wish to pursue it.
Could anyone ever really define happiness for the whole world, though?
Here is the realization that I have come to: happiness is not, nor will it ever be, a concrete thing for every single person in this world to feel all at once for the same reason. It is so much more complicated than that.
To me, happiness is putting effort into your own life and mind first. It is feeling comfortable in the emotions that you do not want to let out because you feel as though others will not like them. It is a selfish virtue at first, but when someone does feel happy with themselves and what is around them, you see that their happiness spreads.
The art of happiness is, well, defined by you. No one can define it for you.
No one is happy all the time, either. Never believe what you see on social media.
Thank you all for reading. It means the world to me that people read and talk to me about what I have written. I could never thank you guys enough for the love and support.
Until next time,