Living Your Best Life
I caught up with some former colleagues a few weeks ago, and we were talking about another co-worker. This coworker got her own house in the Spanish countryside, started gardening, and just seemed generally happier than her life in Barcelona.
They threw the phrase “living her best life” to describe her, and that phrase has stuck with me ever since.
“Living your best life” is really a good summary of what every human strives for. Why would you not want to live your “best” life? Fulfilling your dreams. Staying happy. Concluding that nothing else will make you happy.
Of course, we’re not Evelyn in “Everything Everywhere All at Once” that can scientifically conclude that this life is the best. We can’t peer into the future either and say that “yes, it doesn’t get better than this”. Going with the latter, it even sounds depressing — almost like it’s all downhill from here. Unless you can sustain your condition in life.
When someone utters that they’re living their best life, I think it comes from a couple of perspectives:
- They’re coming out of a funk. Or getting over a period of depression.
- They’ve achieved a major goal in life that unlocks a newer, happier lifestyle.
- They’ve conquered certain negative life events that’s dragging down their mental health.
This phrase popped up recently in my head to describe the happiness I was feeling.
Here I was, writing about myself in front of a lake. I’m drinking Gatorade while enjoying the cool breeze. I had the rest of the day to myself. Furthermore, I was not stressed out.
For whatever reason I was down before — dealing with a breakup, feeling shackled in a place, not knowing for certain when I’ll move on in my life — there are many reasons why the last few months weren’t ideal. But now things are looking up again.
I’m living my best life. With all the caveats that entails.