So we look out again and think of something else. It's not what I thought. It must be that other thing, that thing over there. That's what will make me happy. But it won't and it can't because happiness is not generated from goals achieved or even dreams realized. It's something that arises inside of us. And once we tap it, we no longer require expensive toys or fancy houses, or to be popular or wildly successful or whatever it is. We are simply happy to be alive and to experience whatever is in front of us. We are ok with who we are, and who you are, and the way the world is.
Happiness, much like age, is a state of mind and a way of being. It is not something we can achieve or capture. It is something we already are, and if we want to experience it, we must open to it, and allow it, and clear the blocks to it that grow daily from our pride and our egos. It is simple pleasure and total acceptance. It comes from the joy of being and the delight of sensation. Like the Charlie Brown book suggests, happiness is as simple as a warm puppy. It is a cup of tea, a glass of cold water, a smile from across the room, a hot summer evening, the feeling of socks and soft sheets and hugs, views of mountains, and a job well done.
I open to happiness today, and simple pleasures. I am ok within myself. I am happy.
