I am child no more, and as I get more acquainted to the world of less (or more fun), responsibilities, unsolvable problems, and lack of sleep. I wonder a lot of things about adults. I can clearly remember my thoughts about the beings of this new world where I now belong; beings called adults. As a child, I thought mom and dad have all the answers to problems, if not them, some other adults do. And as I grew up, I slowly realized that that is not the case. There are certain things in life that adults do not know the answer to, nor do the answers are in the books that they and those deceased ones wrote. Because sometimes, there are no answers, or that they are so many answers that you have to figure out yourself which one is the best for you and only you, most of these type of problems go on a case-by-case basis...
Like this: What makes people happy, or contented?
This is probably a silly question, but I don't think I can even define happiness. Happiness in its simplest form is probably getting a chocolate bar all for myself when I was a child. But happiness in the adult world is hard to define, because as we grow up we become more and more complicated to the point that it takes more complicated things to make us happy. But are we really happy? Are we happier or at least as happy as that child? Or are we living in the illusion that we are happy because according society, if you have a good career, fame, and fortune, you should be happy? That I do wonder...
If you're not happy, you're probably at least hopeful; hopeful enough to wake up in the morning, and look forward to a new day (okay, maybe the looking forward to a new day part does not fit everyone)...But I do wonder...what makes adults hopeful? What makes them wake up everyday just to face a life full of problems and uncertainty? Don't they get tired of trying to figure out what they want to do in life or what their role should be in society? That I do wonder...
Finally, I do wonder what is with work that makes adults happy, nor with love or that other thing associated with it called relationships. Are those three things have some addictive content in them that makes you happy? Probably.
Work is challenging. It also keeps you busy that you don't even feel time passing by. Finally, work is a really good distraction. It is like a hideaway from you nagging girlfriend, to your really sad personal life. But there are just enough challenges until you get tired of them, you can only pass time until you realize that you should have lived your life in a more meaningful way, and you can only hide up to a certain point, whether you like it or not, you will eventually face the sad reality (or that girlfriend).
How about relationships and love. What is good about it? Being cared for and feeling being needed is a good feeling. But giving so much and not getting anything back is a harsh reality. And in this world where I now belong, there are more messy break-ups than happily ever afters.
So why do those things make adults happy? I do wonder...
Adults are children, in a sense that we do not have all the answers. We still have fears, and we still shed tears. And as much as we want to think that we are complicated beings, we are just little children looking for a chocolate bar that we can call our own.
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