What is happiness? Is it real? If so, how is it?
I stumbled across my future life in a daydream. I want to be successful. I want be independent. I want a well-paying job. I want to live comfortably. I want this kind of house, this kind of car, in this location. I want to make my parents proud. I want to have this kind of style. I want to look like this. I want to share myself with the one. I want to meet God. I want to be able to give. I want to be a wonderful mother and a wife. In addition to all of that, I want to be happy. Is it simply selfish? Can I fulfill all of my superficial desires and be happy at the same time? Am I allowed to have both, or will I have to choose?
It is similar to choosing money over a certain person, or choosing a financially stable, but miserable future over a struggling, poor, but cherishing future. I can bet on myself that I would choose money and superficial needs. I will walk away to get ahead, even if it may hurt me. I have somehow become a very cold-hearted person. It is surprising. I judge books by its covers. I judge people on their outer appearances. I don't believe in love. I am not sure if I have experienced such feeling. Sure, I value and adore certain people in my life. But I cannot guarantee my own sacrifice for every one of them. Let's say.. a car was running into a person when I am behind them. If the person was my family or best friend, I would sacrifice myself by getting hit instead. But what about the others? I would simply walk away. Maybe stare out of sympathy for a few minutes. If they are not valued as superior in my heart, then I can give less shits.
I am confused in my own self.
I don't like this person that I am changing into.
Why has it become so hard to give?
I don't let people in unless I get in them first. I don't open myself to other until I gain genuine assurance. Assurance of what? that they are great people and they won't end up hurting me in the end? Don't I only see what they choose to show? I will never fully figure out an another person other than myself. What if I end up cutting people that might have had a special place in my life? I am scared. What if I miss out on the beauties of life?
Deep inside, I know what I truly want and truly need.
But I am limiting and restricting myself.
"I am a deeply superficial person." -- Andy Warhol, American artist