Let's stop being naive. Satisfaction doesn't always come when you make your loved ones proud. I mean, it is satisfying but it's not the only source of satisfaction.
For me, satisfaction is as simple as reading a good book until I feel some sort of emotional connection, pissed off because of a character, or anxiety when something is happening on the story. It often comes in a form of dazing out when I was listening to some song and focusing on parts that fascinates me the most. Or when the wind blew upon my face, breathing the fresh air, and feeling the warmth of the sun upon my skin as I ride my bike.
But that was the outer layer of satisfaction. Or an artificially temporary satisfaction. Of course I can't deny the moments of achieving something of my own hard work. That intoxifying moment of bliss when you felt everything that you've been working at paid off was like the time that you realize how good life actually is and is always going to be good--which isn't always worked that way--but you feel like you're ready to take anything life would throw.
But satisfaction is an illusion. People can never satisfied. I can never satisfied since it's in my nature to find flaws within myself. But I guess this is human nature. So there's that.
Bye!
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