Happy is a Yuppie Word
Happy is a yuppie word
Blessed is the man who's lost it all
Happy is a yuppie word
Looking for an orphanage
I'm looking for a bridge I can't burn down
I don't believe the emptiness
I'm looking for the kingdom coming down
Everything is meaningless
I want more than simple cash can buy
Happy is a yuppie word
~Jon Foreman
We spend our lives searching for small ways to release the endorphins in our mind that give us short bursts of happiness, and we measure the "good-ness" of our days by the number of bursts we receive. On a good day, we receive an A on our midterm, got three or more compliments on our new clothes, bag, earrings, haircut, caught the bus on time, and completed all of our work with enough time to sneak a nice long facebook stalk session. On a bad day, we opposite usually happens. And from day to day, we live in hopes that the good will balance out the bad so we can remain relatively cheerful throughout.
But at the end of the day, what do we have if all we do is simply tally up our smiles and frowns to measure our successes? Unhappiness is a nagging fear that I run from daily, a pull that threatens to consume me each time I let down my guard. But although my mind is guarded most of the time, my heart is open to whatever gives me the greatest "burst", and like a drug, my highs become increasingly lower as the reality of the meaningless of my life settles down and makes itself at home in the back of my mind.
My sense of peace and well-being should not be so easily shaken. But perhaps it's because all I've been chasing after is happiness.
Happy is such a yuppie word
Blessed is the man who's lost it all
Happy is a yuppie word
Looking for an orphanage
I'm looking for a bridge I can't burn down
I don't believe the emptiness
I'm looking for the kingdom coming down
Everything is meaningless
I want more than simple cash can buy
Happy is a yuppie word
~Jon Foreman
We spend our lives searching for small ways to release the endorphins in our mind that give us short bursts of happiness, and we measure the "good-ness" of our days by the number of bursts we receive. On a good day, we receive an A on our midterm, got three or more compliments on our new clothes, bag, earrings, haircut, caught the bus on time, and completed all of our work with enough time to sneak a nice long facebook stalk session. On a bad day, we opposite usually happens. And from day to day, we live in hopes that the good will balance out the bad so we can remain relatively cheerful throughout.
But at the end of the day, what do we have if all we do is simply tally up our smiles and frowns to measure our successes? Unhappiness is a nagging fear that I run from daily, a pull that threatens to consume me each time I let down my guard. But although my mind is guarded most of the time, my heart is open to whatever gives me the greatest "burst", and like a drug, my highs become increasingly lower as the reality of the meaningless of my life settles down and makes itself at home in the back of my mind.
My sense of peace and well-being should not be so easily shaken. But perhaps it's because all I've been chasing after is happiness.
Happy is such a yuppie word
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