Am I the only one that feels like happiness can feel like a foreign concept? Genuine happiness based on my experience leads down a winding path with many tempting diversions on the way. How do you recognized it? Which path is the right one? Sometimes with the sorrows of life i question the existence of such a concept. Don’t get me wrong most of the time I am very content. I am a blessed man: I have my health, my family, I am not starving, I have a roof over my head. But genuine happiness, how do you recognize it? It is too easy to get side tracked along the way. Focusing on the goal seems unattainable at time yet with a lot of faith, determination, guidance I believe the way will shine upon itself. The trick is looking for the right place at the right time.
Happiness is a byproduct or doing well and feeling content; it is sort of like heat coming off of a well running machine. Because it is so quiet it is often missed – only realized afterwards when it is not happening. Alas, to go back in time to that time when happy to confront yourself with ‘are you happy?” would get (I imagine) incredulous looks and “What do you mean, happy? Can’t you see I’m busy doing things??”
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“I have my health, my family, I am not starving, I have a roof over my head, I have clothes to wear, clean water to drink, someone who loves me.” THAT right there (with my additions) is all the happiness you need. AND you woke up ALIVE this morning! celebrate!
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