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I was sitting here tonight munching on pumpkin fudge, letting it settle
on my tongue, when all at once I realized that I am happy today. Now to
some this might sound silly but for me it is a big deal. I have just
been through the worst two years of my life. As if fate had tossed me
in a dark cave and every time I tried to crawl out, she laughed and
tossed me back in. I had honestly forgotten what it was like to simply
be in the moment with nothing on my mind but what I wanted for my next
meal.
But here I am...happy...And thankful for the many
blessings that have come my way...A roof over my head, decent health,
great family and friends, and as Jack Dawson said in Titanic "a few
blank sheets of paper and the air in my lungs." Being an artist, the
paper is a big deal and so is the air I guess...lol....
But my point is how much do we need to be really be happy? And just what
makes us happy? Can it be measured by a set amount of money, things
accumulated or perhaps status achieved? Is it goal oriented? Can one
only be happy when they've reached a goal or several goals?
When I was younger I used to think that if I could just save this amount of
money then I could be happy. Or once my house was amply furnished I'd
be happy. Then it was having children. If I had kids then my life would
be complete. Well, now I have all of these and I've discovered that
happiness can still elude me.
Perhaps happiness is really a choice after all... An intangible...
Every day that you awaken can be a new adventure.
Now that doesn't mean that horrible awful things won't
happen, life being what it is. But perhaps how we choose to deal with
things is what determines our potential for happiness. That and seeing
the possibility for joy everyday by choosing to think of that glass as
half full instead of half empty...Opening up our hearts to let love in,
taking that chance, and learning to let go of that which no longer
serves us--our proverbial baggage--to make room for that which fulfills
us and gives us joy.
I don't really know what the answer is but as I sit here pumped up on
sugar and caffeine...I think I choose to believe in the choice to be
happy and to fight for happiness every chance that I get...
Love to you all,
Pegasus
on my tongue, when all at once I realized that I am happy today. Now to
some this might sound silly but for me it is a big deal. I have just
been through the worst two years of my life. As if fate had tossed me
in a dark cave and every time I tried to crawl out, she laughed and
tossed me back in. I had honestly forgotten what it was like to simply
be in the moment with nothing on my mind but what I wanted for my next
meal.
But here I am...happy...And thankful for the many
blessings that have come my way...A roof over my head, decent health,
great family and friends, and as Jack Dawson said in Titanic "a few
blank sheets of paper and the air in my lungs." Being an artist, the
paper is a big deal and so is the air I guess...lol....
But my point is how much do we need to be really be happy? And just what
makes us happy? Can it be measured by a set amount of money, things
accumulated or perhaps status achieved? Is it goal oriented? Can one
only be happy when they've reached a goal or several goals?
When I was younger I used to think that if I could just save this amount of
money then I could be happy. Or once my house was amply furnished I'd
be happy. Then it was having children. If I had kids then my life would
be complete. Well, now I have all of these and I've discovered that
happiness can still elude me.
Perhaps happiness is really a choice after all... An intangible...
Every day that you awaken can be a new adventure.
Now that doesn't mean that horrible awful things won't
happen, life being what it is. But perhaps how we choose to deal with
things is what determines our potential for happiness. That and seeing
the possibility for joy everyday by choosing to think of that glass as
half full instead of half empty...Opening up our hearts to let love in,
taking that chance, and learning to let go of that which no longer
serves us--our proverbial baggage--to make room for that which fulfills
us and gives us joy.
I don't really know what the answer is but as I sit here pumped up on
sugar and caffeine...I think I choose to believe in the choice to be
happy and to fight for happiness every chance that I get...
Love to you all,
Pegasus
