I was chatting with
a friend the other day and I said something- I don’t remember quite what, and
my friend said, “well, whatever makes you happy, that’s what life’s about.” But
I disagree. I don’t think life is about being happy. I think life is about living
well. If I chased happiness, it would evade me. Happiness is not a material
item. Happiness is not having more, more, more.
I believe the secret
to happiness is gratitude, observing and then acknowledging the good in life.
When I am grateful, happiness can’t help but come out and play too. I think
Happy and Grateful are siblings.
A dear friend once
told me, regarding an apple, “I feel like the stars are mapped on this.” That,
I believe, is happiness. Observing the good in life, finding galaxies on apple
skins.
Life is not about
apple skins, but it is made rich by them.
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