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Deep down I have known for a long time that material goods don't make me happy, that the most expensive experiences are not usually the best ones. I don't know why, but I forget that all the time. I hoard money. I hoard meaningless stuff. I don't know what I think I will get out of it. Happiness, I guess.

Happiness is what I dream of. And again and again I have to consciously remind myself that comfort doesn't equal happiness.

Happiness comes when you least expect it. It sneaks up on you when you are playing catch with people who are almost strangers. You are hungry and thirsty and your feet are hurting and the burning sun is causing you to sweat. It catches you off guard when you are cycling home and it starts pouring with rain and you get soaking wet. And it surprises you when you are out for a run in the middle of winter. It is snowing, but you are holding both your jacket and your jumper in your hands and just wearing a T-Shirt because running has made you feel so warm. You stick out your tongue and catch snowflakes on it. You haven't been this happy in years.

Sometimes, at least for me, it is best to simplify. To get out of my crowded room, to get rid of all the stuff I have never needed and will never need again. To stop accumulating material goods and to start living.


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Name
Rebecca
Location
Germany
Mini Bio
Rebecca has just finished secondary school and has no idea what to do with her life.
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