To pursue happiness, one must find what happiness is or what indungences produce it. We meer mortals have but one attempt to find happiness. Maybe hundreds of days. But who knows? Every day is your one attempt at happiness because you donโt know if youโll have tomorrow.ย Yet the final manuscripts of our lives have engaged with more what ifโs, wants, wishes, and worries than moments actually lived. Iโve seen an epidemic in this generation of wasted time. People wasting their time creating dreams. Too busy building the suspense of the dream and not living it out. Wasting pages in the stories of their lives with worry and wishes. We write ourselves excuses; pages and pages of excuses, giving ourselves reasons we canโt have the happiness we seek. For some, the excuses venture off to the last page in the book and thats all they lived to be, an excuse. Most of our time is wasted creating theses complex situations when its really as simple as โthis or thatโ. If life was lived with less the conjunction, but; things would progress at a faster speed and the pursuit of happiness wouldnโt be such the trek weโve made it. To be or not to be. To go or not to go. That is the simple question.
