Up until recently, I liked sharing my happiness - on social media, to people I'd meet, to friends and family. People outside my "inner circle". My life was an open book and I had nothing to hide. And it worked out wonderfully for me. Until recently, I got so busy with life that I didn't have the time to maintain this open book of a life of mine. And I love that.
In these past few months that I've been busy, I've done and accomplished so much. I've gone on dates with myself, met wonderful people, gone to beaches and cafes and read books and studied so much. I've painted and danced and sang and sketched and it's all been so tremendously fruitful and satisfying.
And don't get me wrong, I love the validation and confidence that comes with telling people things, showing them where you're at in life, and quite literally too. But to live such a wonderful life that you don't even feel the need to seek validation, to live a life so content and happy and busy that you blissfully have no time to keep people updated - that's a different ballgame altogether.
I never knew I could feel so content with life, while just living it on my own. I never thought I'd enjoy my success so much without telling to people. But majorly - I never realized how much mental energy goes into keeping people updated. And with that not being the case, everything is just so much easier and better. Be it life or an eatery, too many cooks do spoil the broth.
Kahlil Gibran said, "Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things" and for the first time, I couldn't agree more.