Happy

If people do understand the most important and special parts that make up a good life, then they certainly do not talk about it half as much as I hear how people value romantic love, financial success and having their career goals met. We make constant attempts of the be-happy-goal, before-you-die-and-its-too-late-goal. In the back of the mind, scattered across mood boards, daydreaming daily, and nightly escaping. None of us know until we get there, the specific ingredients of our own happiness. I do not know what would make other people happy and most people do not seem to have reached it yet. But seeing my furry friends so happy to see me, barking and purring in elation. Happy to just receive love and care and to give me their eternity, without hesitation, is enough to set straight my priorities. It doesn’t seem to be so complicated. Simplified, if I can learn to be selfless, happiness will become a choice for me, not a dream or possibility. We all know that it is a scary thing, to say I am happy out loud. I think I decided to commit to being happy long ago and have known I have been happy this entire time. It is something we have to hold onto when our peace comes                       and goes.