Internet is a no man’s land. It can also be a landscape, in which accidental connection can be established and miraculous bond can be built. people seek connection, and understanding more than ever in today’s world, where the entanglement of technological wires can leave us distracted, lead us astray, and where a split of seconds seems all there is that some of our so called “friends” are willing to spend on us. Unbeknownst to them, their frugality in the reciprocity department of an amicable relationship is gradually chipping away the foundation of what was once an intricate prelude to a beautifully shared life chapter.
Once in awhile, life brings us surprises. We may unexpectedly strike up a connection with someone on a different computer screen, whose longings match our own. In sharing our deepest secrets, darkest desires, and wildest dreams with that cyber stranger, we let go of our inhibition; a decision, made in the spur of a moment, which can lead us to embark on a daring adventure, or be back to haunt us by causing us to lament our lack of maturity and foresight.
Having maturity is a subject matter, amongst many others, that is responsible for making us feel happy or otherwise. I understand the importance of being happy; that being said, I wonder whether or not we have gotten to a point, where we, collectively, tend to over-emphasize, out of balance, on the subject of happiness. This over-emphasis causes a separation between the aspiration and reality, the fallout of which leads even more of us to feel unhappy being who we are, doing what we do, and living where we live.
We are all aspired to be happy. Yes, I use the word, aspire, because being happy, in this day and age, can sometimes feel like a chore for many of us.
I was listening to BBC London radio last night. A late night talk show host chose a subject to arouse his listeners interest: Is early forties the unhappiest time in a person’s life?
In my opinion, once we hit the double digits, age wise, it is really difficult to be one hundred percent happy just like the carefree child that we all once were. To some extent, I believe that we are collectively brainwashed by the society at large into thinking that every decade is ushered in with more uncertainties and responsibilities, of which is usually translated to more sadness than joy.
In our teenage years, the beginning of our hormonal changes, and formation of our individual self-identity makes us confused and feel like a rebel. In our twenties, the residues of our teenage angst, compounded with newly found adult responsibilities keep flaming our deepest fire. In our thirties, the ever-growing self-imposed pressures, along with the formal assumption of conventional, traditional professional and family roles burden, incessantly, our cerebral health and well-being. In our forties, the reality of approaching a mid-life crisis depresses us before the time even arrives.
Can we ever be happy, in its truest sense without a tad of sadness, burden, or worry in our adulthood? I am unsure that I have an answer to this question.