Written By: Meredith SnipesMeredith was one of my very first friends in Beijing, we worked in the same company and kept a diary of the silly things our co-workers said. She is one of my favourite people, and has a refreshing way of writing. So she has agreed to write for FindingFelicity. ~Thank you Meredith!
Happiness is one of those things that everyone tries to define, but seem to fall just short of defining it perfectly. It’s even been described as feeling like “a room without a roof,” well sorry to tell ya Pharrell…
But I don’t think that’s it either. I think happiness can mean different things to different people. Some people feel happy with religion. Others feel happy with money (though they always say money doesn’t buy you happiness, I think for some people it actually does). And for some, happiness can simply be found by surrounding yourself with people you love and who love you back. For me, I think I have yet to figure out what my happiness is, and how to achieve it. Sure, I feel moments of happiness, whether it comes from biting into a Big Mac after a day of hunger, or from the feeling of taking off my pants when I finally get home from a long day at work. I enjoy these brief moments of bliss, but it’s never a sustainable happiness (especially when I finish eating the Big Mac and am filled with both regret and gassiness).
When I look back on the past 25 years and try to pick out the times when I was truly happy for a long period, I remember my sixth grade year, my sophomore and senior years at university, and these past (almost) three years in China. The two basic things these times all have in common? Few worries and a lot of really good friends.
In sixth grade, I didn’t have to worry about much except how to correctly dissect owl poop for a good grade and whether my friends and I would get caught passing notes during class. My sophomore and senior years in college, I worried about grades and sometimes money, but I was still in the happy university bubble where real life hasn’t actually hit yet. Now, in China, my only worry is whether I’ll run out of TV shows to watch, since by now I’ve basically seen them all. I mean, once in a while I do get gripping anxiety about my future and how I’ll probably end up killing myself or a child if I have to teach for the rest of my life, but then the worry passes and I’m back on 9gag.com, cackling to myself about some video of a dog sitting on a cat’s face. And then there are my friends. During those specific years of my life, I’ve had a solid group of friends that never made me left out or uncomfortable in my own skin. Even now, I know that I can spend two months alone in my apartment, marathon-watching every show known to man on Netflix, but when I finally crave the company of others, I can pick up the phone and call any one of my friends and go hang out. The friendship is always there, no matter how often we see each other.
I guess I’ve just realized throughout my life that if I can somehow maintain a great group of friends and keep all other worries to a minimum, I’ll at least be on my way to complete happiness. Maybe there’s something else I’m missing, but hopefully I’ll find it along the way.
~What I’m trying to say is, happiness comes from fuckin’ bitches and gettin’ money.