"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know " Ernest Hemmingway.
Yet on the same note, there are days, days when my head is not engrossed in problems of the day gone by, when I question my ability to live the life to the fullest. An anxiety attack, a bad day at work, a twinge of loneliness, all triggers in my journey to look deep down and question my life and if it is what was mean to be.
There are people, vivacious and genuinely jovial people, and then there are serious souls like me. We question, we think deep, feel deep and hurt deep. Life cannot be without a meaning. Everything needs to have a meaning. I find that as we grow older, as the kids start weaning away emotionally and becoming their own person, we need to find new purpose in life. We tend to reevaluate our life.
The nudging thought of not having done enough, of having to prove myself, of feeling that I could be doing more, all the ingredients to destroy a perfectly content life. Life is meant to be lived in the present, and we are just where we are supposed to be. Simple isn't it? And also the truth. Yet the mind can play games of not only discontentment but also question the reason for our very existence. There is no reasoning, only questioning.Questions with no easy answers, questions that I wish didn't exist.
The wave of existential issue fade out, when the day to day living take over. And then in the battle of day to day survival, living becomes hazy.
