are we only happy when we’re in turmoil?


today hugh macleod raises an interesting point, that many of us only feel comfortable when we are stressed out

happiness does freak me out sometimes, which is why i try to practice at it

but i do see myself sabotaging relationships for the dumbest reasons: to see if it can withstand things, to see if i can take it down from the high highs and back down to the more comfortable lows, etc

am i afraid i will burn my wings if i get too close to the sun?

i think people like frustration is because we seem built to solve problems better than we are to appreciate joy – and build on it.

meanwhile we all know that suffering should not be the norm

but we rarely embrace love without feeling dumb or embarrassed or braggadocios.

i guess we are doomed.

or am i wrong?