The Sublime Simplicity of Happiness
So often the sublime simplicity of the ordinary – the daylight, the unassuming roadside flowers – waltzes past us unobserved. But right there, in plain sight, happiness writes its secrets for all of us to see.
It speaks its truths in the laughter of children. It sings through wee birds and the crickets in the grass. It shines in the morning dew. It’s most profound formulas are resolved in a smile.
We make of our lives such complex tales. We tie ourselves in knots seeking more, hoarding great stores of the useless, rushing to pile up heaps of the unnecessary. We drag such luggage with us everywhere we go. No wonder we are weary!
Let it all go, in the name of freedom. Happiness isn’t a complicated affair. It’s the simple goodness of sunshine, of kindness, of ease. It doesn’t need embroidery or a shoeshine. It carries the essence of beauty in its harmony and grace.
There’s nothing in it that you need to grasp or reach for. It falls most easily into your open hand. It doesn’t demand that you win the race. Although it waits, amused, at the finish line to greet you, it strolls through the crowd of watchers as well, and dances with the never-rans. It has no standard but purity of heart.
And so it hides, right there in plain sight, in the sublime simplicity of the ordinary and familiar, waiting for you to let go of the striving that keeps you from seeing it, in all its radiant, easy, everywhere truth.
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