Happiness. That shiny, elusive prize dangled in front of us, always just out of reach. We’re taught to chase it like it’s the holy grail of existence. But let me break it to you: happiness is overrated.
You know why? Because it’s a mirage—a glimpse here, a spark there, but try to grab it, and it slips right through your fingers like water. You might catch it for a hot second, maybe a day, maybe a month if you’re lucky, but try to pin it down? Good luck with that. Happiness is fleeting, temperamental, and often way out of our control.
But there’s something way better than happiness, something so damn solid it’ll make the hunt for happiness look like a fool’s errand: Love. And I’m not talking about romance, approval, or the sappy bullshit everyone thinks they need. I’m talking about love from the source—the universe itself.
This love isn’t some goal you have to chase down or a thing you have to be “worthy” of. It’s right here, pulsing through every cell in your body, screaming, You fucking belong. It’s the truth, the real deal: unconditional, in-your-face, you’re-here-because-you’re-loved kind of love. And it’s not hiding, not playing hard to get, not dangling out there like some shiny carrot. It’s woven into you, right here, right now. It’s the love of the universe, the love of simply being alive.
Happiness comes and goes, but this love? It’s permanent. It doesn’t give a damn about what you’ve done or haven’t done, where you’re going or where you’ve been. It doesn’t care if you’re a mess, if you haven’t got your shit together. It’s here, right in your bones, in the very fabric of existence. The universe doesn’t hold back, doesn’t judge, doesn’t wait until you’re “good enough.” You’re already 100% fucking loved.
And that’s the thing that makes it so much more powerful than happiness: it’s a constant, a foundation, an anchor. You don’t have to earn it. You don’t have to fix yourself to get it. It’s always there, holding you, even on the worst damn days. While happiness is a game of tag you might spend your whole life playing, this love is already yours.
Look, I’m not saying you have to stop chasing happiness. Hell, we’re wired to seek it, and it’s natural to want it. But you don’t have to wait for happiness to feel complete. You don’t have to finally “arrive” at some ideal life to feel whole. You can feel the universe holding you right now, exactly as you are, in every flawed and beautiful inch of yourself. So maybe happiness comes; maybe it doesn’t. Either way, you’re wrapped in something so much deeper, so much more real.
Take that in for a moment. Drop the chase, just for a second. Quit scrambling to fix yourself, quit trying to become “good enough.” Let yourself sit in the truth that you’re already loved completely, without needing to change a damn thing.
This love might just be the quickest, surest way to that happiness you’ve been chasing all along.