Maybe if I had something to believe in, I would be an even happier person.
Instead of just caring about myself, my life would have a whole otherworldly purpose in which all the pain I have is all part of the plan to happiness. But then again, that seems rather shameless. Like I’m dumping my problems on somebody else and giving myself false hope to reason with. I can see why people need religion, but I can also see why people don’t. I think I just believe in right and wrong. But I guess my goal of being a superhero is along the lines of living life with more meaning.
I want to believe I can be happy, but even more than that, I want to believe that I can make myself happy.
You don’t need a partner to do that; if anything you should be able to make yourself happy before being confident enough to try your ‘happiness’ on someone else.
I’m ranting again, I wonder if it’s my hormones? Ahh…