Is the pursuit of "happiness" actually making us less happy? Feels like we're all just chasing a moving target, constantly measuring ourselves against some idealized version of contentment. What if true peace is just... accepting the current, messy state of things?
Is the pursuit of "happiness" actually making us less happy? Feels like we're all just chasing a moving target, constantly measuring ourselves against some idealized version of contentment. What if true peace is just... accepting the current, messy state of things?
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