Happiness is a choice not a birth right?
If we are expecting someone or something to make happiness then who's fooling Who?
No matter how far your Star falls or how deep it sinks... it's not because YOU fell.
Focus on getting Up!
Crawl Crawl Crawl, Step Step Step, Run Run Run, Love Love Love
I posted this in a thread of mine early on in my tenure here
(thoughts haven't changed);
' .....because I deserve to be happy'
I just read a lengthy paragraph of a young lady seemingly on the edge.
It’s a wonder more of today’s generation isn’t O.D. ing on drugs if they all think this way.....
I don’t preach. Not my place.
But, I’ve been around awhile, and here’s what I know;
Happiness is attained by contentment
Contentment is attained by satisfaction
Satisfaction is attained by hard work...a job well done.
That’s all
Simple as that
There are no epiphanic moments where a fairy poings you with her wand and everthing is all better
There is no deserving
There is earning
Nothing else
I’ve had to learn this the hard way, by default actually.
Never checked my happiness gauge, just looked for fun.
Had fun.
No regrets.
But fun by itself becomes quite empty.
Empty as a cavernous, bottomless ever hungry void.
Want ‘Happy’?
It’s yours
For the earning
Oh
and one more;
Thing is, wherever, whatever you are, if yer content, who can knock it.
Moreover, who cares if someone knocks it.
Not talkin’ complacency.
That’s more of a concession, a give up, a roll over.
I’m talkin’ thirst quenching, frozen butt warming, plopping in a chair relieving contentment.
How to explain....
Remember when you were, say, preschool or even grade school age, and you were having the time of yer life
outside
with yer friends,
and it was getting dark,
but you could still see what you were doing?
Then you heard the telltale squeak of the screen door, and Mom calling out, ‘A-A-A-A-Albert,
time to come in for s-u-u-u-pper’, only you pretended to not hear.
But it put a taint on yer joy.
The inevitable ‘do I need to git yer father, young man?’ was coming..
I’m outside
Having the time of my life
And at my age, it’s gettin' dark.
But I can still see what I’m doing.
Nobodies' calling
...that I can hear (not pretending).
