I happened to see on T.V a few weeks ago this person discussing happiness and our obsession with it. It was perceived as generally American. The show I watched also discussed the historical Christian belief that happiness was achieved through death. Only God can grant you true happiness, in heaven, and it was something to strive towards in your mortal life. Our obsession with being happy is displayed in our dialogue. How many times have we heard “just be happy about it” or “don’t worry, be happy?” This may seem trivial, but I started to really think about what happiness is and how Americans perceive it.
Now, maybe I became more subconsciously aware or it was just coincidental, but the idea of being happy has come up in conversation a lot lately. Various people I know, who don’t know each other, have spoken to me about it. So, I decided to write this.
I believe that every person, regardless of their nationality or heritage, wants to be happy. As Americans though, we have been force fed this idea that if you are not happy then you should be. This endless pursuit leads to depression. Mind you, these are my opinions, but it seems that in our culture, not being happy means being depressed. We strive to be happy, always. Some of us even take medications for it. Our pursuit of happiness is making us unhappy. As if we cannot be content with our lives. It seems like nobody is content anymore and if you are, then you will most likely here, “why are you not happy?” or “you should be happy.”
If I was happy all day, every day, then what would I feel when something great happens; Amazing? I thought that true happiness was an ultimate feeling. It could possibly be our over usage of the word. Maybe it was the “extreme” marketing blitz by advertisers a few years ago. Everything became so “extreme.” Our sports, drinks, chips, whatever had to have an extra kick to it, as if to say, “bigger is better”. Or I could be over thinking this part.
The pursuit of happiness is what is depressing us as a nation. We may be content, but since we are not happy we relegate our feelings. We believe we should be happy, always. Being content won’t do, so we become depressed about it. We start to believe things are worse then what they really are. We start to resent our job, apartment, significant other, whoever or whatever we can blame for not being “happy.” We take things for granted all the time. Maybe we are beginning to take ourselves for granted. If you have your health, you should consider yourself lucky. Most people forget that there are 45 million Americans without health insurance. If you are an American, there is always someone, somewhere who has it worse than you.
I am not sure when being content was “not good enough?” Somewhere along the line, happiness became a right. Don’t get me wrong, people should have happiness in their lives. Most people do, but they minimize it because that feeling is not always there, like they think it should be.
The more I think of it, the more I realize we do the same thing, but in the opposite direction. Although it may not be as much, we have seemed to forget about sadness. Sadness has become depression for the most part. We have simplified our feelings to either being happy or depressed.
I don’t really have any conclusion to this. It’s just a thought of mine that helped me to understand my perception of happiness. It has enabled me to truly appreciate those few moments of true happiness, when nothing else matters and all of your worries fade away. Hopefully you will get something out of it too.