Happiness.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
i found dis in a reader's digest "end-of-article" lil posts...it was a 1996 book n i found it in march dis yr...Enjoy.
Lounging in my lawn chair one sunday-the newspapers stacked next to me,the cats arranged in comma shapes on th gass,the sun dappling the leaves in light and shade-i thought to myself : This Is It.Pure Happiness. Not the blockbuster kind of happiness that we spend so much time searching for in love,work,and a good haircut-but the smaller,more dependable happiness that lies coiled,just ready to be sprung in ordinary moments.
If happiness is as easy as this,I thought,why is it so difficult to stay happy for a long period?Is there something about the human condition that directs us away from being happy?Or do we mistakenly think of happiness as a permanent resident in our lives,rather than a visitor who comes and goes?
happy moments-those moments when you fell fully alive-certainly exists.They swim by us everyday like shining,sliver waiting to be caught.When I surveyed my friends,what i hauled in on the subject turned out to be the small fish of happiness,not the big denizens of the deep.They said happiness is...
Coming home to see the answering-machne light blinking.
Triumphs by my kids,triumphs by me.
Coffee,freshly brewed.
Long drives by yourself.
Waking up without the alarm.
Seeing someone you love after a long absence.
Ultimately,what's so wonderful about happiness is that even when you're not seaching for it,it can find you.How else can I explain the feeling I had when a small boy came up to me in a supermarket and told me he liked my shoes?
I felt Happy.
screwed.
1:13 AM
