I've learned, although it may seem obvious, waiting until happiness to do acts of happiness is a waste. Waiting for love to feel love or to prescribe acts of love is foolish. Love is fleeting. Happiness is fleeting. This life is fleeting. Happiness and sadness are not mutually exclusive. I am aware that things are much easier said than done but there is no regulation on when you can have fun or be happy. Life has an infinite limit. If there is something you desire and you have the means to get it, do it. This could be the 18-year-old college student that I am really showing but why not do the things that make you happy. Maybe the fact that I am 18 lets me see that yes, I am young, but also there is so much life to be had and so little time to have it so why not take advantage of the moment, even if in that moment, your greatest desire is to do nothing. Don't get me wrong I also live in this world and I understand we have responsibilities so I understand you can't nap through an important business presentation and there are things that we need to do in life, I'm just saying its okay to be happy and do those things that make you happy, it will in no way conflict with any opposing emotion. Being happy does not make your issues any less important, it just simply means you felt happiness. Happiness is not an identity it is an emotion, a moment. Waiting for happiness to be happy only makes it more likely that you'll miss it when it comes.

"You can't love someone if you don't love yourself" and quotes in the like sound nice and intend to promote self-love but you don't have to be happy to accept happiness. If someone wants to love you and you want to love them, why not let them. People are in this world to make connections and to help each other, at least in my opinion and if someone is willing to try to help you love yourself, there is no rule that because you don't love yourself you aren't capable of loving them. In my opinion, you have more love to give, it's not like you are using it for yourself or anything (ha! jokes).

I'm unconvinced that this feeling is idiosyncratic. I wrote this as a letter to myself and I wouldn't be surprised if someone else found that this could apply to them (aside from my highly likely grammatical and syntax errors). I refuse to end this with "you are not alone", who do you think I am.

We're all in this together. Actually, that was probably worse. Who do I think I am? Troy Bolton??

Published by Deja Minor