LOOK AT THAT FOR A GIFT OF A DAY.
OK, where are we ? Portugal, The Maldives, Los Angeles…
Sunny old England ! What a morning !!
Surely one must sciveth off work today, or at least picnic in the park at lunchtime with a suitable blanket and a nice bottle of rose.
I know it’s the end of the world and all that but it ain’t half pleasant.
Laying in bed, a freshly made cup of green tea and honey steaming away to my right, the sun streaming in through my already open bedroom window, the birds alive with the morning’s gossip and a four pillar pile up behind my head as support, let’s blog…
Had a lovely conversation with my ex, Ms. P, yesterday, she often phones for a chat, especially when she’s not sure about something.
Yesterday she asked me if was I happy, to which I replied that yes I was, I suppose, in a way.
However the question really made me feel quite uncomfortable.
She then asked me, is being happy what it’s all about, to which I replied – no.
This response made me feel far more at ease with the subject.
I think happiness is a by product of living a fulfilling life and I think it’s importance is vastly out of proportion with it’s usefulness.
IN SEARCH OF HAPPINESS…
The age old dilemma. Give us a break will you.
Wanting to feel happy, is like wanting someone to go out with you when really know they have no interest, it’s pointless.
I think the point of life, is to feel "alive".
To be here now.
Far more exciting than just feeling happy.
To have that natural spring of energy in your tummy, flowing freely. The guiltless merry-go-rounf of thoughts, actions and emotions driven by honesty, a good diet, plenty of sleep and a healthy outlook on life.
When someone asks, are you happy ?
I have to stop and think for a moment because it’s not something that occurs to me, it’s so far down the line. Happiness is over rated and the search for it is an exhausting drain.
When an Olympian crosses the line to take gold, the smile we see on their face isn’t one of happiness, it’s one of joy. The interviewer never opens with the question, so you must be really happy then ? The Olympian is ecstatic, she is euphoric, she is on top of the world, she is so much more than happy. She is at one with the world and with her guru or her god or her isotonic drink.
Happiness, to me, almost sounds like second or even third or fourth best. It's an energyless word
When you construct, or create, or toil, or fight, there is a freedom. The freedom is purpose. The fruits of purpose are fulfilment. Fulfilment is everything.
Bertrand Russell… The Conquest of Happiness. Read it.
Next time someone asks me am I happy, I think I’m going to reply…
“Probably…but it’s not something I think about.”
Hopefully, I’ll be far to busy enjoying whatever it is I’m doing at the time to contemplate a question that’s well past it’s sell-by date.