I laugh with my colleagues, I make jokes, I answer “I’m fine” when someone asks me how I feel. No one suspects that behind this smile, I am sinking. I feel tired, sad, sometimes completely empty…but I continue to pretend. Because it’s easier than explaining. Because I’m afraid of disturbing. Because I know that if I break down, I might not be able to get up again. So I smile. But it’s not joy. It’s a facade.
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Welcome to the club. You’re not the only person who feels this way.
Everyone puts on a mask and pretends, exchanging small talk that means nothing and goes nowhere in a sad attempt at “relationship building” that often leads to nothing developing.
Happiness wouldn’t be so special if it happened all the time. The key is to find meaning, peace, and beauty in the little things. Count your blessings, keep moving/looking forward, and never compare yourself to someone else.
Everyone has their own journey. I hope you’re able to find some peace and joy in yours -however, fleeting it may be.