People who know me know that I am a really passionate person -- especially when it comes to people I am close to. Sometimes to the point of sticking my nose where it doesn't belong and pushing my goodwill upon them. I want everyone I care about to be happy and I have always made it my personal mission to try introducing them down a path that will lead to happiness. Help me help you has always been my philosophy.
Is my definition of happiness their definition of happiness? Maybe not. I hadn't thought of that...until recently.
Up until recently, I've had this persistent notion that people inherently want to improve themselves and build a better life mentally and otherwise.
In theory they do, but they won't do it by my hand. If they want it, they'll do it on their own. Without me.
I think some people are just okay with existing and that they live with a vague hope that someday, something will change without them doing anything differently.
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All along, I've unknowingly been the pushy salesman that people are one excuse away from dismissing because they're comfortable with being uncomfortable.
No one needs a happiness salesman. No one needs me except me, and that's what has been so difficult for me to accept.
I never could have imagined playing that role of an annoying salesman, but after finding a new sense of clarity, I see what has been so obvious all along. It's been rough for me to realize my mistake of being too hands-on, but I feel I'm finally at a point where I understand and accept reality.
With this powerful realization came the remedy that works for everyone: I've indefinitely stopped offering my unsolicited help.
This realization has freed up a lot of my time. I've begun exploring what it is that makes me happy. I'm appreciating my own life and making myself happy for once, and it's a glorious path I'm leading myself down.
Unrequited love has a way of changing people and that is how it has changed me -- for the better.
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