Of Happiness about Caring Less
Earlier, I had a random view of my friend’s blog entries and saw how she gradually changed and how happy she is about her new life now. For so long, I dwell on disappointments that ate me huge, I never even noticed I was already holding grudges. I was mad at her, I was mad at everyone and I was mad at myself. It took me too many years to stop caring.
Sounds selfish, yes. But let me clear it for you.
It’s not that I stopped caring about people and the things they do or say. It’s more of I stopped caring about what I feel about them and then let them be. Easier said than done, I know. It will take thousands of weird and random circumstances for you to fully embrace caring less about what you feel and be happy for the other person. The fact that you can be genuinely happy for other people despite of is the kind of happiness that is truly liberating.
The day that I stopped caring was the day that I realized I was happy for her and for what she has become. Things between us isn’t the same anymore, but I’m much, much happier of where we are now. And you know what’s funny? Her blog inspired me to look at life again in a different perspective and not to lean so much on emotions for they are just fleeting. I’m trying to change that in me and I think i should practice more about caring less, not just with friendships and people but to every aspect of my life.
