Destination happiness is the worst kind of happiness. I can say that because I feel I’ve been a victim of it. I think that I always thought that there’s just a finish line where happiness will be unlimited, just like everything else that is not the case. Imagine if that was true, having unlimited happiness all because you reach a certain point. That quite frankly doesn’t even sound great to me.

I’ve personally had a tough time with this thought process because I have been so caught up with wanting something that I’ve always wanted as a kid. When I think about it, I wanted to have a family of my own while also staying very close to my parents and siblings. Shit is not always going to be a constant plus with every relationship you have with your family. However, that’s the kind of shit that makes it all worth it. If I didn’t have disagreements with my parents or with my siblings, that’d actually be quite boring, at least for me. The same thing goes for relationships for me. This includes friendships. If I was always having a good time with each friend, how would I have a standout moment? I’m reading this back to myself, and it’s almost hard to put into words what the fuck is going on in my head trying to explain this.

Forgive me for always being so damn random. I can’t help it.

I guess my point is that I think we should all focus on being happy with whatever is in front of us, and that stupid ass quote about making lemonade is underrated. If you don’t make the best out of what’s going on in your life now, or your journey towards whatever the fuck you want, I don’t know that you’ll ever understand what it means to actually be happy.

2020 has really been that year to try and make that clear to us. No travels (or slightly less), no huge parties (without covid at least), and fun supermarket trips. This year has put a pin on appreciating what we have in front of us. Maybe it’s a lesson we should carry on forever.