If You're Happy and You Know It
Let's take a poll--how many of you are familiar with these platitudes?:
* Happiness is a decision you make
or
* Happiness is overrated
or
* Happiness is something you seek, not something you find
or
* Happiness is found in selfless actions
or
* Happiness comes to those who wait
or
* Happiness is wanting what you have, not having what you want
blah, blah, blah. I've heard 'em all, sista.
In fact, I've had people from various walks espouse each of these to me in various forms over the past few months. I've even told myself some of them repeatedly, hoping to find a mantra on this search to define it.
But here's the thing--I've decided that defining happiness is like herding oily kittens. There are levels and layers and stages and degrees of which I find no comfort in incessantly trying to nail down.
Having said that, I just can't see settling for contentment. Life is too full of joy to feel sated by mere contentment. Doesn't it inevitably lead to complacency? Which would of course lead to ambivalence?
Ambivalence ain't good.
Plus, I've never had to work very hard at being happy. It's historically been.... a character trait. One I was quite fond of, in fact. But when your character traits are tested over time you're forced to figure out how deep their roots go, and which ones you're willing to fight to keep in your soul.
So I'm left wondering if this little happiness feller is gonna make the cut.
p.s. I read this story today and remembered reading Who Moved My Cheese years ago. Might have to grab another copy.
* Happiness is a decision you make
or
* Happiness is overrated
or
* Happiness is something you seek, not something you find
or
* Happiness is found in selfless actions
or
* Happiness comes to those who wait
or
* Happiness is wanting what you have, not having what you want
blah, blah, blah. I've heard 'em all, sista.
In fact, I've had people from various walks espouse each of these to me in various forms over the past few months. I've even told myself some of them repeatedly, hoping to find a mantra on this search to define it.
But here's the thing--I've decided that defining happiness is like herding oily kittens. There are levels and layers and stages and degrees of which I find no comfort in incessantly trying to nail down.
Having said that, I just can't see settling for contentment. Life is too full of joy to feel sated by mere contentment. Doesn't it inevitably lead to complacency? Which would of course lead to ambivalence?
Ambivalence ain't good.
Plus, I've never had to work very hard at being happy. It's historically been.... a character trait. One I was quite fond of, in fact. But when your character traits are tested over time you're forced to figure out how deep their roots go, and which ones you're willing to fight to keep in your soul.
So I'm left wondering if this little happiness feller is gonna make the cut.
p.s. I read this story today and remembered reading Who Moved My Cheese years ago. Might have to grab another copy.
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