Personally, I used to think think that happiness depended on where you were born. Your surroundings, the conveniences available to you.
It then became a sort of goal, something for me to achieve once I’d reached a certain milestone. That failed–because those goals didn’t bring me the happiness I expected.
Later, I thought family, friends, and relationships led to happiness. If you worked on making those great, you’d be happy.
For the past few years, I’ve felt that joy exists from moment to moment. How happy you are depends upon the quality of your attention, and what you turn that attention towards.
It is a relative thing, a chimera, something that depends entirely on your perspective. It is a Choice. A more difficult one to make on some days, but a choice, nevertheless.
Here are two pictures of happiness I saw this morning.
Community and contentment, despite stolen electricity and no sanitation, no education and no proper home.
Ask these people, and I don’t know if they’d say they’re happy, but this morning I woke up to laughter, sunshine and the joyous shrieks of children, and that definitely struck me as happiness. (Here’ my post on Instagram.)
What about you? What would you call a happy life? What is happiness? What is the secret to it? Do you think these are happy pictures?
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