When everyone is happy, why am I not?

Every day, two very certain things happen; the sun comes up and you see social media posts from happy, happy people you know.

You see people posing on a beach or while hiking in the mountains, traveling and having fun. You see people chilling out hanging out with friends in cafes, you see bikers and runners, you see artists in museums, and even philosophers striking thoughtful poses.

It’s a wonderland of a world where dogs are made from “shofti-shofti” stuffed animals from the sky, the Sun and Moon are trained to pose between branches or on a lamp post, and other human beings are those whose audio recordings are used for audience sound for friends”.

But, when it comes to you, you never feel like you belong in this world!!

You have aching shoulder pain, or your housekeeper is on vacation, or you have a girlfriend or boyfriend, he/she is stupid.

If you are married, you have thousands of additional causes of mental disorders, if you have children, those thousands turn into lakhs, and if they are teenagers, turn into a million.

If you are old, you have a hormonal malaise that demands a name, you have existential angst, you are afraid of having to navigate the weak phase of life according to others.

In short, you are the unawakened prince Siddhartha still living in the world of suffering while all your social media friends have become Tathagata, living blissfully on cloud 9 of Facebook or Instagram or whatever your stairway to heaven is.

I am told that the ability to be in the shoes of another human being (technically called “Theory of Mind”) is the greatest gift humans enjoy. So why are you, one of the same unhappy people in the world full of happy people?

It’s even more mysterious because the same happy friend who posts flabby photos of a candlelight dinner with “my husband” or “wife” on social media breaks down when you meet him face to face and talk to you. of the pain and anguish of the incompatibility of his union.

An hour of close encounter with the powerful/beautiful people and you discover that the dynamic duo of a high energy couple setting impossible couple goals for a generation have drug issues. Or closer to home, the proverbial Sharmaji-ka-beta with a PhD from MIT and a job at Google is actually struggling with the social stigma of homosexuality. Or inside the house, the fluffy dog ​​that got you a thousand followers gives you killer ideas because his smelly vomit ruined your expensive carpet and he rips sofa covers every day.

So who are you/us the people?

The happy happy ones on social networks or the one Siddharth saw before concluding that life was nonsense and deciding to become Gautam Buddh?

The real answer is that we believe we are only happy when we see the social benefit of being happy, but we are more comfortable being unhappy because it has a personal benefit.

Being happy is tiring and demanding and we know it’s a feeling that eventually fades.

Being unhappy is easy and effortless and also eternal, as responsibility/blame can always be passed on to the universe, society and others.

So let’s be unhappy.

And accept the fact that we are happy to be unhappy.

We have to do it now because social media is confusing us.

We trick ourselves into thinking that happiness is what we want, and that makes us unhappy in ways we are not satisfied with.

Let’s find the real misfortune.

The misfortune we’ve always enjoyed, until social media came along and messed it all up.



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