Let's watch Nick squeal with glee!
Nic Von Rupp is living my dream.
He’s handsome, he’s a talented surfer and, as a result of those attributes, he’s paid to chase incredible waves across the globe.
Which makes me wonder, is Nic happy?
I’ve never met the guy, so this is more of a large scale sociological question than a psychological evaluation, but it’s interesting how people with “everything going for them” are often quite miserable. (See: Dane Reynolds in Chapter 11.)
I’ve spent this year doing a fair bit of globetrotting. Hitting bucket-list destinations with the general goal of achieving, I suppose, some sense of universal contentedness. And while my experiences have been amazing, far exceeding the alternatives of sitting behind a desk or hammering nails, I can’t say my overall happiness has increased.
Petty issues continue to bug me, my dog still incites daily stress, and the weight of an unclear occupational future constantly affects my mood. Try as I might to surf the negatives away, at the end of the day, I’m still me. Despite my incredibly charmed life, I’m not necessarily any happier than someone “less privileged” than myself.
Of course socioeconomic status makes a difference in this discussion, but maybe not to the extent you believe.
For some people, happiness seems an inherent aspect of their personality. They were born that way. For others, happiness is earned through commitment to an optimistic outlook, spiritual enlightenment, or any other number of self-help practices.
For others, happiness seems genuinely unattainable. It could be a genetic thing or a confluence of negative events that leads these folks to eternal pessimism, but in any case the result is a miserable existence.
The interesting thing is that, on either side of the draw, you’ll find humans ranging from piss-poor paraplegics to multi-billionaire playboys. Beauty queens to butterfaces. Geniuses to nitwits.
It’s not what job we have, where we’ve travelled, or how beautiful we are that makes us happy. It’s just… us.
I think, on a 1-10 scale, I fall around the six-point-five mark for general happiness (just above the anti-depressive threshold).
What about you, readers? Are you generally fulfilled?
And Nic? Do all those tubes have a lasting positive effect, or are you just as susceptible to bullshit as the rest of us?