Link to Rascal Flatts’ “I’m moving on.” Heard it for the first time on 1st of March 2011 and somehow it has me contemplating about life and how most of us live a life of pretense.
A dear friend penned down thoughts about how inconsequential a person’s existence becomes a couple of years from when you cease to exist. It got me thinking on how even in that small pocket of time that we occupy, so many of us live out a lie, lying about who we really are, what we really think about happenings around ourselves, how we try to convince ourselves of what we don’t believe in.
What is the reason for this jinx that seems to affect us? Do we really not know what makes us “happy”? And what exactly is “happy” anyways? Because what we see of happiness is fleeting and far in between long bouts of depression. Or is it that we want that feeling so badly that we can pretend to accept all that’s happening around us without question. But really, I am questioning it right now, ain’t I? A lot of the people I’ve spoken to about this say that we look for the answer to the question of what makes us happy all through out of our life never finding an answer to it and that there are only a precious few who actually live a full life with no regrets whatsoever about how they led it.
How do they do it? What is it that about them that is different from us? Will we ever really find out? Should we even try? The logical answer would be yes, we should since we are questioning about how we are not enjoying our lives. But what if we end up spending all of our existence trying to search for something that we may not understand or may not really want to know. What if there is really no answer to it? And what if in trying to find the answer we forget so many aspects about ourselves that we end living out a pretense again? Then again, What if we really don’t want to know the answer because we might not be able to handle it?
Going back to the original intent of this post, “I’m moving on” speaks about how you finally come to peace with what you are. It speaks about how your past can be and most probably will be forgiven. It gives me a tiny bit of hope that sometime in the near(/distant) future, I will finally find the answer.
