The Simplicity of Happiness
I laughed today thinking how many words I’ve written about happiness since I began this blog, when it is, after all, such a simple thing. And then I felt a kind of compassion for us all, that we work so hard at it and make it so complex.
Happiness is such an easy state of being. It’s not something you strive to obtain as much as something into which you relax. You don’t increase your experience of it by adding more things, or drama, or complications to your life, but by releasing the things that stand in its way. You don’t have to dig for it, or climb towards it, or run after it with a net. You just breathe it.
You don’t have to hunt it down; it’s everywhere. You don’t have to build or create it; it already is. Right here. Right now. Like air. Like light. It’s not something you have to earn or win or deserve. It’s already yours, given to you as freely and naturally as your life is given, as much a part of you as the blood that flows through your veins, the oxygen that courses through your lungs, the spark and crackle of the joyous song of movement continuously playing through the nerve and muscle of you.
And all that blinds you to it is the make-believe of stories you tell yourself and a dream that things are otherwise.
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