Maybe that's what I have. The reason I'm so morose and cynical, forever the idealistic pessimist. I was just telling someone today:
... sometimes I think I'll never be that (content) because my comfort zone requires some element of misery and despair, like I could be content, but if I were I wouldn't be comfortable; as if I was wearing itchy underwear :-D. I mean can you be truly happy wearing itchy underwear? I don't think I could.
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You can get used to itchy underwear, but it's dangerous to get used to happiness, which would be to take it for granted and cease to appreciate it like I think you should.
I myself am afraid of happiness too sometimes. If I'd divide this fear into categories, there's the kind that makes you guilty in a way cause you think you don't deserve this kind of happiness; and there's the kind that can be defined as "the knowledge that "this too" will come to an end".
I think that first of all, you have to give yourself the chance, or the room, to be happy (to open your heart), and that second of all, I think that to have this kind of fear - to a certain extent - is healthy, cause it means you're conscious, you keep asking yourself questions about how you feel, and you don't take things for granted.
Also, I once read this quote by Paul Valery I really liked, it's:
"Happiness is not something you experience; it's something you remember."
Greetings,
Sido
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