For so long, most of my life I'd say, I have been searching for happiness. I was doing it all wrong though. All along I was doing things I thought would and should make me happy without realizing that most of them didn't. I tried to always stay busy because I also saw busy as being happy. Being busy isn't boring. Being bored would make me unhappy. I now realize I was thinking this all wrong. I needed to sit down and take time to think about the things I'm forcing on myself. Was any of it bringing me any joy? Most of it wasn't. Most were things I had forced on myself because I thought I should try new things that I thought would make me happy. I have learned to enjoy things more and do less instead of forcing myself to try it all. In the end, getting rid of so much has made me the happiest I've been. So much that I'm now chasing after nothing and letting things find me instead.
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