I took part in a discussion about happiness on Facebook, which gracefully reminded me about my own philosophy on the subject.
I don’t believe you find happiness in wealth or anything else in your surroundings. I believe you find it within yourself. When you find peace and harmony within yourself, you have found happiness, according to me. And this has nothing to do with external circumstances.
My comment was not met with cheers and salutes. Probably most of them thought me fuzzy and naïve. I can live with that.
The important thing is I got reminded about what happiness is, according to me, not others.
I have felt rather worn down lately and out of focus, a victim to circumstances, unavoidably buried under laundry, dishes, cleaning and day-job. Things have always been like this. Or rather the factual situation has always been like this. That is what life is: you have practical things to attend. It’s been about the same since I was eighteen and moved away from home.
What has differed over the years is my attitude towards it all. I can choose to see the good things or the hard and boring things.
I walked home enlightened. I would open the door to my home, seeing my two healthy boys I’m blessed with, meeting my darling husband who loves me, and being at peace with the mess and the noise.
Surprised I stood in the doorway; the house was empty, husband and boys out on an errand. Without telling me or leaving any note; the dishwasher unattended as well. The cloak of happiness started to scratch my skin.
Then I reminded myself that external circumstances do not matter. I still had two wonderful boys and a loving husband, even if they left and forgot to tell me. It is always a matter what I choose to see and remember. I’m not a victim of somebody else’s life and decisions.
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