Why choose to live in the happy past, when the future could be even happier if you let it be?


That just popped into my head while I was reading an article on how Bhutan is the happiest country in the world. 

I'm not the sort of idealistic person who believes that one should always be happy, but to a certain extent, it's true, isn't it not? I rarely reflect on past words that I've said, but maybe this is one that actually makes some sense, unlike a lot of what I say nowadays, probably. 

Maybe because I've been through enough crap to be able to say that if you were happy with a mediocre past, what are you going to be when you're eventually truly happy? 

Possibly because I was exactly like that. Happy ( maybe an overstatement) with an unhappy situation, desensitised, confused and altogether an entire mess. And when I'm suddenly taken out from the mess, I realise that there's actually happiness on a greater, wider scale, and that what I felt before perhaps never was true, pure happiness. The sort of feeling I'm feeling now- the slightly utopian, yet not unrealistic sort of happiness? 

I'm there now. 

Strangely.

Somehow.