The Meaning?

i was wondering do you think lots people go thru life like a race and never know the meaning of it or not savoring it day by day reflected on goals dreams peace of mind to me i think no one should be miserable if u even have a breathe of life i know i sound like a optimistic fool but that's how i feel i rather be happy and fill with joy knowing that a better day is on the horizon than be bitter negative and trying to destroy everything and one around me.

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It may be because I'm not new to this myself, but miserable people... things affect them differently than people who are able to just cope and keep going with a smile. Yes, miserable people probably choose to be miserable, but it's not like they wake up and want to abandon any hope of being happy and optimistic. It's something deep down that no one really understands. It's a lot harder than you think. And it's not like miserable people are set out to put down happy people... quite the opposite in fact. Miserable people are very "me" oriented. If anything, they are trying to push everyone out rather than actively seeking to involve them in their lives. There are different types of miserable people. Sorry, I'm also jumping into psychology mode (and a little bit of personal things) when this subject comes up.

As for myself, I don't necessarily know where I'm going in life. Sometimes I feel like I'm going, but what makes it different from the floating is that I do not stop. While I'm not going to go into it, I once wished I could, but I have the desire to make something of myself, whatever it is. I'd be lying if I said I woke up everyday happy and ready to take on the world. Sometimes I just stare outside, and I want to sit, and I want to read and not care. My attitude is more like, "I know that sometimes I am not happy or content. But I will continue because I don't believe in giving up." And I am happy enough for myself.

I feel sorry for people who don't seek passions that truly move their hearts. People engaging in meaningless almost drone-like activities, dead end jobs, or in repetitively destructive relationships...I always ask myself what makes them wake up in the morning? How does one find the strength to drag their feet through life without any goals, or with unrealistic goals? I really feel blessed to not have succumbed to this disease, because that is what it truly is to me--a virus that eats through your system from the inside out, leaving you hollow and eventually breaking you...perhaps to the point of no return.

Agreed with Mr. Defense. When I was miserable (and I was for a long time), I couldn't see anything. I just knew that I was too afraid to stop as well as being too afraid to figure out why I couldn't find a reason to "want." A lot of my problems were more internal, which were perpetuated by family issues, social issues, and my own inability to cope with them. Coping is a special thing; not everyone is able to master it perfectly. I remember when I was a little younger, my only goal in life was to prove how much of a good student I was; the only problem was that I didn't know who I was proving it too. I didn't think I was good enough for my mother because we always fought, so I buried myself in my work to show her that I was good. The only problem was that I wasn't even living my own desire anymore. I just wanted to be accepted. Over time I realized I sort of sheltered myself from "living" and from everyone else. It's only been in thelast five years that I've been able to open up more and to realize that there is really no meaning. We make it our own, and I wasnt' doing that. I didn't want to enjoy relationships, sex, fun, ect because I was too afraid of having it taken away from me like I wasn't allowed to have it. But I noticed that no one could take that from me except myself.

I am still working on that, but as I truly learn to "live," I find that I want to fight more for all the things I missed out on. I'm still miserable some days, but that's just who I am. The only difference is that this time, I know I can bounce back from it and smile. And it opened me up to new talents. A few years back, I learned I could write poetry, because I did it as an outlet. I learned I was good at digital art. I found a passion for travel and other things in life. And I realized that my own misery was just the beginning of understanding where I wanted to go in life, which is why I'm studying psychology now.

I was had a conversation with my friend about things like this and I told her, "I don't envy happy people. I used to, but I'm not like them. It's not as easy for me to be resilient. But I am. And I feel like you have to experience pain; you know, the kind that breaks you down and shatters you. It teaches you how to see these from a different light. You understand a lot of things that some find too scary to look at. It teaches you how to fight more."

Like Mr. Defense said, Misery is a choice... but I wouldn't take any of it back or trade it in. I wouldn't be me

To sum up, I like to think that misery gave me a reason and meaning rather than took it away. Although, I wouldn't wish it upon anyway to experience what it's like.

I agree with the OP ... I don't understand how people can be miserable all the time either.

Glad I'm not .. my life is good, very good.