The heavens are calling you and wheel around you displaying to you their etheral beauties and still your eye is looking on the ground.
– Dante
I typed happiness into the DeviantArt search bar. It didnt define my idea of happiness. I was driving the night before last. From one end of Mississauga to the other. Radio on. Dusk. Beautiful skies, flaming maple. Feeling blissfully happy. Satisfied. Grateful for friends, family. A working brain. Functional limbs.
No one can make you happy. You choose to be so. You choose to structure your life in a manner that befits your temperament. You choose to look at everything in a positive light. If I were to look at a photograph of myself, I think I would find it difficult to recognise myself. Yet when I read something similar to how I think be it my penmanship or someone else’s, I can see myself in the concept. This is a very odd post. But I think I’ll post it anyway.
With regard to the subject, wake up and smell the roses.
Don’t pursue happiness, let it come to you. Its even sweeter when it walks up into your face and then says HI
Wait for it….. It will come
Teeth M.: :). I dont think I explained myself well. My concept was that you shouldnt be waiting. You should just be and it shouldnt be based on someone else. It should be entirely your own. Any outside influence should just be an added plus.
Thanks for the input though.
Sorry - i missed the point, on the other hand I think you may have a point
I don’t know what more than occassional happiness can emerge from within a person, something entirely your own is more contentment.I guess I’m classifying the two based on external/internal stimuli.
Teeth M.:
Moizza: You have a point there. I suppose content and happiness are pretty much synonymous
Happiness is wonderful, but I don’t think it’s the purpose of life. Though I’ve never experienced it, there is deep misery in parts of the world. Some people can find happiness and not do a thing for the rest of the world. I think that we need to be able to live well even without happiness. I agree though, happiness must come from within.
Why this pursuit for happiness… happy people make for crappy writers anyway…..case in point are all the star novelists and rock lyricits who were supremely depressed souls at some point in their lives….
my point… its only when you’re unhappy that you strive for change and get off your ass and do something… contended people just become lazy bums, lacking creativity and drive…. so why then do people strive for something that actually stunts their growth… i guess its the human need for balance or something… i don’t know…. and im very unhappy that I don’t….
hmm.. I think Happiness and Satisfaction are two different things. You could be happy without being completely satisfied. It’s like life. You attain each level one at a time according to a natural time progression. Everything happens as a matter of course. Trying to speed that up is what makes you unhappy but then trying to slow it down also has the same result. So I think we just have to find out rhythm. hmm… nuts.
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