In the immortal words of The Princess Bride’s Westley: ‘Life is pain, Highness! Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.’
Happiness isn’t a destination. It’s sold to us as a place that can be arrived at. Somewhere that you can finally kick off your shoes, put your feet up, and look back on the long, arduous journey that delivered you to the promised land. But happiness is not a location. It’s a state of mind. Rather than the end point of the journey, it is the journey itself. It is sum of the perspective one has, and the small pockets of goodness that appear to us along the way. Without the former we cannot appreciate the latter, and we are fully capable of marching past those happy moments, head down and shoulders squared, doggedly determined to reach the light at the end of the road, all the while missing the moments of splendour that occur along the way. But the light is an illusion—it’s those happy moments we must savour.
The flipside of that is, of course, the immense amounts of horseshit we have to eat as we travel. Westley was probably talking more about the big moments; the seismis, tragic stuff; but to me it sometimes feels as if the older I get the more equipped I am at dealing with those things, while at the same time I get less and less able to put up with the small, trivial shit. In that spirit, let’s dive into an AskReddit thread. The question: ‘Other than an improperly rolled burrito falling apart while you’re eating it, what is a minor misfortune that disproportionately infuriates you?’ You can check out the full thread here, but below are some tragic highlights:
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