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The sad thing about looking for happiness.
Happiness is a funny thing.
We all want it and crave it and look for it, and most of us have NO clue where to find it.
Or how to be it.
We try The Way Of The Stuff (hoarding shiny, luxurious things and shiny careers and shiny partners and shiny experiences).
And if that doesn’t work (and I can promise you it won’t), we might try The Way of No Stuff (where we become minimalists, getting rid of stuff, dreaming of living in a tree house, off-the-grid, self-supporting, meditating in a meadow all day long).
But we’ll still miss out on being happy most of the time.
It’s funny (and at bit sad, too) when we start to believe that we need to buy books on happiness.
That we need to follow courses on the topic, and study it and work really hard.
That we need to LEARN to be happy, on top of our discomfort.
That’s funny, and quite sad, and a tiny bit ignorant too.
Because the thing is: young children don’t need formal training or spiritual exercises to be happy.
They just are.
They were born that way, and so were you.
