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What if Everything You Were Told About Happiness is Wrong?

Most people mistake safety for living. The ones who don't make this mistake refuse to be reasonable about anything that matters.

Not reckless — that's another kind of performance. But unreasonable in the sense that they won't accept the collective agreement about what's possible, what's safe, what's worth wanting. They look at the bureaucratic funhouse of normal life and say, "No, I think I'll walk through the wall instead".

This isn't being contrarian for sport. It's recognising that most of what we call "common sense" is just shared delusion, passed down like a family recipe nobody remembers why they started making. We inherit these patterns — go to school, get the job, buy the things, eat what everyone eats, drive where everyone drives — not because they serve us, but because they serve the system that needs us to be predictable.

The truly dangerous realisation is that the safe route isn't safe at all. It's merely slower death with a five-star rating.

When you blend in, you disappear. Not only to others, but to yourself. You become a ghost of your life, haunting the edges of what you might have been. The safe route promises protection but delivers only the security of never having to find out what you're really capable of.

I've watched people spend decades perfecting the art of being unremarkable, as if mediocrity were a skill worth mastering. They take jobs that slowly hollow them out, eat food that makes them sick, live in ways that require them to numb themselves to get through the day. And they call this being polite and responsible.

But here's what nobody tells you about standing out: it's not being special. It's being specific. It means refusing to live by a generic template — a fill-in-the-blank beingness designed by people who never met you and never will.

The moment you stop eating what everyone else eats, stop buying what everyone else buys, stop believing what everyone else believes — not because you're rebelling but because you're paying attention — you discover something unsettling: most people are sleepwalking. And once you see it, you can't unsee it.

This is where it gets uncomfortable. Because thinking differently isn't simply changing your diet or your career or your relationship to stuff. It's accepting you might be wrong — even about what you’re most certain of.

The trick is to distinguish between ideas that are different because they're better and ideas that are different because they're seductive. Contrarian thinking has its own orthodoxies, its own ways of making you feel special for believing the opposite of what everyone else believes. But thinking that's lived — the kind that transforms your life — has no interest in standing out — only in cutting through.

The art is in learning to crave vertigo that comes with questioning the ground you're standing on.

I've noticed that the people who change their lives don't wait for permission. They don't wait for proof. They don't wait for the fear to go away. They just start conducting experiments with their own existence, treating their life as a laboratory where the most interesting discoveries happen at the edges of what they thought was allowed.

They become archaeologists of their own assumptions, digging up beliefs they didn't even know they were carrying and asking, "Where did this come from? Does it still serve me? What would happen if I put it down?"

This isn't being reckless. It's being ruthlessly honest — about what's definitely working, and what you're just pretending is working because the alternative means disappointing people who need you to stay predictable. And that alternative? It means facing the one question most people spend their lives avoiding: What if everything I’ve been told I need to be happy is wrong?

The surprising thing isn't that you might lose some connections — it's that you'll discover which ones were real. Ask yourself:

The territory between your old certainties and your emerging reality is where you learn that contentment was always a consolation prize. Is it possible, then, that what you hunger for is the electric feeling of being fully awake in your own life, even when — especially when, you don’t yet know how to live that way?

#Unreasonable by Design #Without the Cushion