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Ménage à moi is my solo form of fleeting pleasure. So is physical intimacy. I often indulge in these acts to get a short term cerebral cum emotional boost. While he appreciated my curves, I felt transiently pleasured and happier.
But are these real, sustainable and long term happiness? Or are these lustful acts nothing more than fleeting pleasures?
It is only human for me to seek validation. The validation metamorphosizes into fleeting pleasure, or perhaps, sometimes, happiness.
When I was little girl, I craved for my parents' praises. When I was in primary and secondary schools, I felt validated when I was appointed a prefect or achieved perfect (or almost perfect) grades. In junior college, validations came in the form of getting the most student votes and appointed a student councillor. Acing all my O, plus A level subjects and special papers felt immaculately gratifying too. It gave me the desired pleasure and happiness.
In university, a simple response from an alluring and charming law professor, that I had asked a good or intelligent question titillated my sense of achievement as a rising legal eagle. As a young maturing woman, knowing that guys found me sexually attractive and desirable, indulged my happiness index to a carnal level. In bed, seeing their euphoric orgasms made me awesomesauce, reminding me that I wielded supreme power over men's carnal weaknesses.
Seeking validation has taken a new format with technology and social media for many of us (or at least for majority of us under 40 or maybe 45). The agglomeration of mainstream Facebook and Instagram "likes" is another form of fleeting pleasure.
Some call these happiness, but I would rather call it a fleeting pleasure. Just like instant food, social media "likes" can quickly increase our ephemeral happiness index, evaporating just as fast after "consumption". It's akin to men who had ejaculated inside me, they quickly lost interest and fell asleep. And when they started snoring, whatever form of fleeting pleasure or happiness vanished into the loneliness and darkness of the night.
I reckon, we need both fleeting pleasures and real happiness to survive emotionally, in this technologically laced modern society, championed by a simple and small device, known as the mobile phone.
Pursuing happiness via quick fixes of fleeting pleasures may not be exclusively ideal, but real happiness doesn't just drop down from the blue skies either.
Consistent goal setting seems to be my only answer to find real happiness. Coupled with slowing my work pace, taking nature walks, appreciating what's around me, and those who matter most, I hope I can find real, sustainable, and long term happiness.
Any thoughts?
But are these real, sustainable and long term happiness? Or are these lustful acts nothing more than fleeting pleasures?
It is only human for me to seek validation. The validation metamorphosizes into fleeting pleasure, or perhaps, sometimes, happiness.
When I was little girl, I craved for my parents' praises. When I was in primary and secondary schools, I felt validated when I was appointed a prefect or achieved perfect (or almost perfect) grades. In junior college, validations came in the form of getting the most student votes and appointed a student councillor. Acing all my O, plus A level subjects and special papers felt immaculately gratifying too. It gave me the desired pleasure and happiness.
In university, a simple response from an alluring and charming law professor, that I had asked a good or intelligent question titillated my sense of achievement as a rising legal eagle. As a young maturing woman, knowing that guys found me sexually attractive and desirable, indulged my happiness index to a carnal level. In bed, seeing their euphoric orgasms made me awesomesauce, reminding me that I wielded supreme power over men's carnal weaknesses.
Seeking validation has taken a new format with technology and social media for many of us (or at least for majority of us under 40 or maybe 45). The agglomeration of mainstream Facebook and Instagram "likes" is another form of fleeting pleasure.
Some call these happiness, but I would rather call it a fleeting pleasure. Just like instant food, social media "likes" can quickly increase our ephemeral happiness index, evaporating just as fast after "consumption". It's akin to men who had ejaculated inside me, they quickly lost interest and fell asleep. And when they started snoring, whatever form of fleeting pleasure or happiness vanished into the loneliness and darkness of the night.
I reckon, we need both fleeting pleasures and real happiness to survive emotionally, in this technologically laced modern society, championed by a simple and small device, known as the mobile phone.
Pursuing happiness via quick fixes of fleeting pleasures may not be exclusively ideal, but real happiness doesn't just drop down from the blue skies either.
Consistent goal setting seems to be my only answer to find real happiness. Coupled with slowing my work pace, taking nature walks, appreciating what's around me, and those who matter most, I hope I can find real, sustainable, and long term happiness.
Any thoughts?
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Yes, there is much pleasure to be derived from simply not doing anything, by creating stillness within our minds, by relishing the simple pleasures of life. I try to do all that, whenever I can in my daily life.
