What really matters - September Posts

It has taken me quite a long time to actually realise what matters in life.

I used to think it was getting good grades in school. I studied for hours alone in my room, making sure I had revised everything that I needed to for my exams, and it certainly paid off. I got 11 GCSE's grades A*-B. But what good did that do for me? I have not used algebra since taking my maths exam, and I do not remember anything to do with science. GCSE exams were more of a memory test than an educational thing, not much of that stress has actually come in useful in my real life.

Then I used to think work really mattered. You needed to fill your day with something to do, so that you didn't feel like you were wasting your life away. But then I realised I was stuck in a corrupt, dead end job, and I was not truly happy there. In fact, I have never felt more sad and isolated than I did working where I did.

But there is that word. Happy. Feeling like your life was worth living because there was something there to make you smile. And there it is. What really matters to me. Happiness.

I was happy at college because I had found my first group of friends who truly appreciated me for being me. We didn't hang out together because we were all alone or left out, it was because we all had genuine interests and liked each other. Four years later, and I still love them all dearly.

Then there is family. I have never felt happier than I did in the moment, where we took my two nephews to Build a Dinosaur in Disney Springs, and we bought them both a dinosaur each and their faces lit up. And also seeing how proud my mum and dad were on the day I moved into my house, seeing how grown up I had become.

What is the point in working at a job if you are absolutely miserable. I felt absolutely drained, and it wasn't until I left that job that I truly began to feel happy once again. And I love going back to visit my family to see what I have missed out on while I have been away. Also, seeing my college friends again after not seeing them in months is one of the best feelings in the world - although we do not see eachother while we are all on our separate paths, it feels like not a day has passed when we eventually meet up again.

So, there you have it; that is what really matters to me.