It seems to me that in some way all of us must somehow interpret our reality in order to cope with it. Maybe our journey through life is simply trying to find the interpretation that resonates with you. More and more these days I have been thinking about what exactly is it that makes us happy. I even watched a movie about it. The reason I am so interested in this topic is that i think that most of us don’t know exactly where our happiness comes from, and so our ignorance leads to foolish grasping at sugary sweet dreams that won’t make us happy. I don’t think something else outside of ourselves can make us happy for long. I do think that we can choose to be happy. Studies have shown that people who practice happiness can bounce back from bad events quickly, even events that others would take years or a lifetime to get over. In that sense, I think happiness is powerful medicine.
It’s a big topic though, so I’m going to forget about it for now and focus on more practical things. It’s also been proven that if you focus on small details, large results can follow, and happiness can arise from that sense of achievement and strength. I think our minds are hardwired to analyze the hell out of everything, yet I think our souls exist to enjoy life. So I think it is better to just do something then to place too much emphasis on contemplating the past or future. Again, it all comes down to the fact that the present moment is the reality in which we live, and yet most of us live in the past or future. I wonder why that is?
Anyway, it is raining outside, a steady drizzle. I decided to write a little because sometimes that makes me happy. Sometimes I distrust all these words and feel better hanging out with the plants and animals, who can only speak the truth. But not when I’ll get cold and wet.