About Me Appreciation

A Different Kind of Happiness

Something I've been worried about for a while now is if I'll never be as happy as I was when I was traveling.

Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time in Los Angeles. I’m making my usual rounds on some high-end coffee shops, visiting some dope galleries and museums, and basically just checking everything off my LA bucket list. It’s nice to be able to explore a city again and feel that wonder that only comes from discovery. It makes me happy.

Even though I am enjoying my life right now, I still feel quite stagnant. I’ve talked a bit about the mundanity of day to day life, especially when you’re working a nine to five. Something I’ve been worried about for a while now is if I’ll never be as happy as I was when I was traveling.

I didn’t really have anywhere to be and enjoyed every thing I did. At times, I forgot about time completely. I went to ivory-covered schools in the center of giant metropolises and studied languages that I’d always wanted to. I passed my time by reading in cafes, wandering around museums or art galleries, or shopping in local boutiques and bookstores. I had more friends than I’d ever had in my life.

I have not felt that pure, undiluted happiness in a very long time. I’ve been trying to figure out why that is. If I’m being honest, I think it was because I was able to depend on someone else for finances. I didn’t have to worry about making end’s meat, but basically just let me parents funnel money into my account. To be clear, I am completely aware of how fortunate I’ve been.

Now, I’m the one who’s paying for myself and saving up for the future. I’m completely in charge of myself. At one point or another, you just have to crack down and do things for yourself. For me, it started about a year ago, when I started my job. I’m not sure if the stress of budgeting and planning of what I am actually going to do with my life is preventing me from reaching that bliss that I once held close.

Everyone talks about peaking at a certain point in their life, and maybe my time is over. I could definitely be wrong. Maybe I’m just spiraling because I’m not doing what I’m used to and now I have to work for happiness. To be fair, I am building my career, taking classes at The Groundlings, going to Japan, and saving money to move out. I am working towards something. I’m just not sure if that’s the right something. I probably won’t know until I get there.

All I really know is that I don’t feel the same as I did a year ago. Something has changed. I’m still not sure what it is but I so desperately want to find it. I search for it every where I go, in everything I do. Maybe it’s right in front of me and I’m just not seeing it. I don’t know…

2 comments on “A Different Kind of Happiness

  1. whenever I’m in the middle of work and life and travel feels a long way away, I always feel ‘lost’. right now really, very lost…. i guess that’s life, right? adultig?

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