I read this sentence in a blog post this morning and it made me wonder.
Happiness is a concept.
We all have different definition of happiness.
For me, happiness is breathing in the now, loving, holding chubby hands, chatting with friends, writing, reading, laughing, dancing, running under the rain, praying in nature, resting and meditating.
You might have a very different definition of happiness.
When hardships show up, I can say that I see happiness differently. Being able to face the day, finding peace in tiny moments, praying, praying and praying again, becomes my definition of happiness.
I was not always feeling like this. When I was younger, I was looking for happiness, for peace. I was chasing a dream that kept moving, whenever I was close to it. I felt empty most of the time. I felt lost.
Some days are sadder than others.
Some days I still want to bang my head on the wall or eat tones of chocolate cookies!
But I can’t say I am not happy.
Like you, I struggle.
Like you, I worry and doubt.
Like you, I wonder why people kill each other and why everybody watches without doing anything.
Are we meant to be happy? I don’t know.
I think we are meant to do a difference in this world, whatever way we want to do it. I think we are meant to help each other. I think we are meant to build a better world. I think we are meant to have faith and become better. I think we are meant to find our own truth and shine in God’s love.
And you? What do you think?