Hedonism doesn’t work well for me. For the month of June, I allowed myself to be fully distracted by what summer has to offer.
Summer is my favorite season: longer days, sunshine, warm breeze, big blue sky, thunderstorms, juicy fruits, flirty summer dresses, picnics…
Because I love summer so much, I give myself the pressure to feel happy, neon-colored happy. This expectation tricks me into employing hedonistic shortcuts.
I slowed down on writing. I find excuses for myself to indulge instead of creating or learning. It is summer!
My problem with hedonism is the distinct contract of highs and lows. I would feel so happy and then crash so low. This cycle consumes me and does not fit into my definition of happiness. I prefer a much slower, steadier and more predictable stream of happiness. I understand that I am not going to feel happy all the time, and that’s okay.
I know just who to call to help me get off the hedonism train.
Discipline is a reliable friend. He doesn’t party hard. He drives slow and steady. He demands consistent actions. He deserves my dedication and respect.
I am getting off the hedonism train with my reliable friend.
