Always On For The Next Best Thing

" We are what we pretend to be so we must be careful what we pretend to be ".

Novelty Seekers

They’re driven by self-interest.
They’re perpetually on the lookout for the next high.
They haven’t understood yet that there ain’t such a thing as everlasting bliss. Marital bliss. New job bliss. New house bliss. New kid bliss.
New whatever-it-is-bliss will eventually wear off.

Who said life was supposed to be continuously exciting and novel anyway?
Sure, a touch of novelty every so often is great to inject into our lives, but it becomes something else when you are chasing it all the time.

The Illusion Of Choice

You see, "the next best thing" is an illusion.
It’s an illusion because choice is infinite. There’s always going to be something you can run after. Always going to be another human you can ditch your partner for. Always another new gadget you can spend your paycheck on. The possibilities to escape the familiarity of your life are endless. In the digital era of today, it has never become easier to fuck up your relationships in a second and a half. A minute of selfishness and boom, you closed the deal shawty!
To give in to temptation. To disconnect from the real world to connect to the virtual one.

We don’t even need to be imaginative anymore – the internet world can provide you with all the fantasies and fetishes you have in mind. While you may be a slave to your devices and the content you consume every day, you still are the master of your life choices and all those pleasure-seeking urges you are choosing to say Yes to.

Look around you, and no matter where you currently are, the faulty promise of pleasure is being sold to you before you consciously realize it. It’s everywhere. (Except in nature; hence why it’s my favorite refuge)
Given society’s dominant message that happiness is the ultimate goal in life, seeking hungrily X, Y and Z are obviously to consider if you wanna move forward on your quest to happy land.

I’m not saying that happiness shouldn’t be strived toward, all I’m saying is that we approach it the wrong way. From the looks of it alone, it rather seems as if we've been programmed for misery instead of happiness.

Consequently, we keep on chasing meaningless stuff because we don’t know better. We drink poison thinking it's champagne. The path of consumerism and all the bs messages that are being thrown our way only reinforces our fake sense of self. We don’t give much thought to society as a whole, but rather to our own person first and foremost.

After all, we seek novelty only for the butterfly like sensation it makes us feel on the inside. Why should we care about what goes on outside of our own little bubble?