We soothe ourselves and distract ourselves and, if we can’t even face the demons inside our own brain, how can we be expected to stick something out, to love someone even when it’s not easy to love them? We bail. We leave. We see a limitless world in a way that no generation before us has seen. We can open up a new tab, look at pictures of Portugal, pull out a Visa, and book a plane ticket. We don’t do this, but we CAN. The point is that we know we can, even if we don’t have the resources to do so.
There are always other tantalizing options. Open up Instagram, Facebook, SnapChat and see the lives of others, the life we could have. The life that just looks so much more glamorous, vibrant (thanks, filters), and exciting than ours. See the places we’re not traveling to. See the lives we’re not living. See the people we’re not dating. We bombard ourselves with stimuli, input, input, input, and we wonder why we’re miserable. We wonder why we’re dissatisfied. We wonder why nothing lasts and everything feels a little hopeless. Because, we have no idea how to see our lives for what they are, instead of what they aren’t.
We cannot find our happy place because we are too interested in everyone else's. The happiest people see someone who appears a little happier than them, and has to o"one-up" or "break the internet" or "tear down". No one is truly happy for anyone else anymore... we are all JEALOUS-- and no one will admit it. And thus, we are not happy with ourselves, in ourselves, for ourselves.
#sensoryoverload #overstimulated
There are always other tantalizing options. Open up Instagram, Facebook, SnapChat and see the lives of others, the life we could have. The life that just looks so much more glamorous, vibrant (thanks, filters), and exciting than ours. See the places we’re not traveling to. See the lives we’re not living. See the people we’re not dating. We bombard ourselves with stimuli, input, input, input, and we wonder why we’re miserable. We wonder why we’re dissatisfied. We wonder why nothing lasts and everything feels a little hopeless. Because, we have no idea how to see our lives for what they are, instead of what they aren’t.
We cannot find our happy place because we are too interested in everyone else's. The happiest people see someone who appears a little happier than them, and has to o"one-up" or "break the internet" or "tear down". No one is truly happy for anyone else anymore... we are all JEALOUS-- and no one will admit it. And thus, we are not happy with ourselves, in ourselves, for ourselves.
#sensoryoverload #overstimulated
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