"If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a good time."
-Edith Wharton-
I think there is something very wrong with me. I want too badly to be happy. Maybe some would say that I'm crazy, thinking that wanting to be happy is a bad thing. It's not bad to want to be happy. Everybody wants to be happy. It's written right into the Bill of Rights, for crying out loud. So what, exactly, am I talking about you might ask (although you should never ask me what I'm talking about, as I am always the last to know).
In the past month or so, I have been feeling...well, for lack of a better description, I have been feeling sort of like I'm going nuts. Seriously. I shouldn't be this crazy. I should be incredibly, fantastically happy--right? All of my friends are finally home for the summer. I have a steady, and relatively easy job. There is no terrible or dire situation in my life right now that is causing me immense anxiety. But still, somehow, I find myself stressing out about things that should not be as difficult as I make them. I just can't help but wonder what I'm going to do when my friends go back to school in the fall. And although my job is relatively easy, it bothers me that the woman who gave it to me (who also happens to be my aunt) doesn't really believe that I will ever be as good at it as my sister is. And in spite of the fact that my family should be the last thing stressing me out, when I'm worrying a lot about something, I'm starting to realize that it's usually related to what's going on at home.
I keep trying so hard not to let all of my pent up, un-needed stress get to me. All that I really want is just to be as happy as I was a few months ago. I keep putting all of this pressure on myself and everything around me to make me happy, and I end up making myself miserable. Something's missing, but this is not the way to find it. It's not that I feel so terrible all the time. There are times when I can just let go with my friends and be content with things. I just wish that at the end of the day, the good feelings would over power the bad ones.I guess what I really, truly need to do is relax.
I want to stop worrying about what's going to happen in my future.
I want to soak up every moment of the summer.
I want to play in the sun with my friends.
I want to lay in the grass at night and watch the stars.
I want to sit on my front porch and watch thunderstorms.
I want to ride the highest rollercoaster. Twice.
I want to feel free again.
So I guess...I will?
P.S. I have decided that I am not writing in here again unless it's about something happy. Updates have been few and far between as it is, so I'm sure no one will really mind.
-Only a fool believes that he is different from the birds in the sky-
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