I have a friend who is picking up his life, quitting his job (with a company he started) and moving across the country. To me, that’s massive change. But he says he just wants to be happy. He knows it’s a risk, but something stronger than fear of that risk is driving him.
I know some other people, apparently not happy in their lives, who decided to go outside their marriages to find happiness. They claim they’ve found it, even though there are consequences. Honestly, I don’t even think they know the extent of the consequences yet.
I consider myself lucky. I believe happiness, or even the act of looking for it, is largely a choice. I believe even with the bad days and the hard times in life, you can still find a way to be happy. I believe that even with mountains of debt, life-threatening illness or great loss, there is still a chance for happiness. I have seen people do it- it is entirely possible. I’m not sure we’re all cut out for that though, half the time I’m not sure I am. But that doesn’t stop me from trying.
I suppose that’s the basis of the two situations I mentioned. When moving your entire life for a shot at happiness is less frightening than staying where you are, and being unhappy, the choice seems easy. With the second situation, though, I can’t agree. Because the other thing I believe about happiness? It cannot come at the expense of others. Once your choices begin to affect the life of someone else and their shot at happiness, it becomes wrong. And selfish.
I’m always amazed, though, the extent to which people will go to find a place where they consider themselves happy. Blinded by the thought of love, or change, or the ever-elusive “newness” of it all, I wonder if they’re really conscious of any reality at all? I know our happiness comes in different packages, but are we sometimes fooled by the thought?
How do you find your happiness? How do you know that it’s real? How do you know that it’s right?
Filed under: 
