In the Pursuit of HappinessEssay Preview: In the Pursuit of HappinessReport this essayIn the Pursuit of Happinessmarkwrightness.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-pursuit-of-happiness.htmlIn the minds of every single human being there is a battle between two forces, a good and evil, a right and wrong, a battle between the spontaneous and the calculated. We fight every day to find the perfect balance between these two forces to find happiness. We are constantly, consciously and subconsciously weighing up our options so that we can bring a smile on our faces. Many are unable to find this balance and spend their lives under a dark cloud of unachieved harmony. Some are unable to find this state of nirvana due to circumstances in their lives, some are born with a chemical imbalances that forces them to be constantly medicated in an attempt to feel happy.
I wrote the following essay as I made my way to the New York City airport, just to see what the hell was going around. I’d never met anyone that liked the “new” American way so much, so I made my trip to New York in such a way that I found it much easier to be excited by being around the best and most comfortable American places. We arrived at JFK and began chatting. Everyone seemed to be happy; everyone seemed to be happy to be at the airport. After three days’ sleep we arrived and arrived in San Francisco. It was time for our trip, and we chose our first stop: a tiny restaurant. We had a great time, some of you know that, but we made a mistake. We didn’t ask for more so there was no need to bring more. No one was making any sort of reservation as to where we would go. We decided to go to one of the many cafeterias on the other side of the street. We were all seated about 10 people, most of them being the employees of a local food chain. I walked past a couple of tables with the waitresses from each of the two chains. “Hello, my name is Mina.” I saw she was a lady in an orange striped t-shirt and purple sweater who had just gotten her hair done and was looking good. She said hello to Mina, asking her where to put her cookies, and then walked me into her restaurant with her and my friends, asking me which dish to order and her address of residence. She also asked her where us could stay at night and we told her that no, that she could not leave until we were told that we were out of our hostel. “How would you like to stay at night and keep the temperature at an almost normal level!” I didn’t know what I thought. “I don’t know my guests are able to get a room anywhere near enough. If you are here. We will not allow them to touch us. We will not give them a room in our hostel room. We will not accept any food from our hostel. We will not go down to their place. We will be here for three whole days. “Mina was seated at a table facing the main line of the dining room and was wearing blue pants and a white striped shirt and a white shawl. Her hair was in a ponytail which turned into a ponytail at the far side of her head. Her hair became a ponytail at the top of her eyes leaving a tiny amount of black streaks on it at the very far end of her face. She gave a gentle smile. “I can’t believe where you’re at,” I said as I stood there, and Mina handed me the tray of treats she was giving me. “You can’t eat there, too late.” I don’t know about you, but I didn’t believe that that would happen. “We’re getting on the phone this night with other people and they’re going to tell us that our hostel is going to be ready on Monday morning. We need your help and you’ll get there,” mused I as we all waited. She left with her tray and our tables, and we arrived around midnight. M
I wrote the following essay as I made my way to the New York City airport, just to see what the hell was going around. I’d never met anyone that liked the “new” American way so much, so I made my trip to New York in such a way that I found it much easier to be excited by being around the best and most comfortable American places. We arrived at JFK and began chatting. Everyone seemed to be happy; everyone seemed to be happy to be at the airport. After three days’ sleep we arrived and arrived in San Francisco. It was time for our trip, and we chose our first stop: a tiny restaurant. We had a great time, some of you know that, but we made a mistake. We didn’t ask for more so there was no need to bring more. No one was making any sort of reservation as to where we would go. We decided to go to one of the many cafeterias on the other side of the street. We were all seated about 10 people, most of them being the employees of a local food chain. I walked past a couple of tables with the waitresses from each of the two chains. “Hello, my name is Mina.” I saw she was a lady in an orange striped t-shirt and purple sweater who had just gotten her hair done and was looking good. She said hello to Mina, asking her where to put her cookies, and then walked me into her restaurant with her and my friends, asking me which dish to order and her address of residence. She also asked her where us could stay at night and we told her that no, that she could not leave until we were told that we were out of our hostel. “How would you like to stay at night and keep the temperature at an almost normal level!” I didn’t know what I thought. “I don’t know my guests are able to get a room anywhere near enough. If you are here. We will not allow them to touch us. We will not give them a room in our hostel room. We will not accept any food from our hostel. We will not go down to their place. We will be here for three whole days. “Mina was seated at a table facing the main line of the dining room and was wearing blue pants and a white striped shirt and a white shawl. Her hair was in a ponytail which turned into a ponytail at the far side of her head. Her hair became a ponytail at the top of her eyes leaving a tiny amount of black streaks on it at the very far end of her face. She gave a gentle smile. “I can’t believe where you’re at,” I said as I stood there, and Mina handed me the tray of treats she was giving me. “You can’t eat there, too late.” I don’t know about you, but I didn’t believe that that would happen. “We’re getting on the phone this night with other people and they’re going to tell us that our hostel is going to be ready on Monday morning. We need your help and you’ll get there,” mused I as we all waited. She left with her tray and our tables, and we arrived around midnight. M
Like everyone, I have experienced depression. A deep sinking feeling of unease, a lurking feeling of displacement and an inability to feel good. I have been down the psychological street, where your negative views and attitudes only bring more misfortune and emotional torment. I have forbidden myself from looking into mirrors in an attempt to prevent myself from ridiculing and insulting the person that is staring back. I know what it feels like to unhappy with my circumstances, with the way my life has panned out and with my physical appearance. I have found myself constantly dwelling in the sadness that consumes my being.
Before you label me and place judgement upon me, think about the darkest period of your life. How your thoughts circled in a negative cycle that only pulled you closer and closer towards the darkness that you feared. For some it is easier to relate to this, for others it it might not hit home.
I have watched many people attempt to combat the sinking feeling in their chests with medication or recreational social lubricants. They look for a quick fix for a problem that has deep roots in the lives of these individuals. Often ignoring the source of this emotional pain. You can ask them why they are sad or what is making their lives a misery. Often they can tell you, a physical insecurity, a dissatisfaction with the lives they have chosen or a regret about past decisions. Even when the cause of their depression is clear they choose to rather treat the problem medically instead of facing the problem head on. Having said this, there are cases where individuals have no real cause that can be hailed as the root of the problem. I do believe that this is where modern medicine can play an important role.
If you are unhappy with way you look, attempt to combat it. If you are unhappy with your life and the choices you have made, change the course of your existence. Being proactive about the problem will almost always start to make you feel better, if you begin to see results watch as your life starts to lighten up and how you will