I can guarantee that 90% of us would agree that our job makes us unhappy. Another, say, 75% would agree with me that our love-life makes us unhappy lots of times, which might be a by-product of the unhappiness at work. So if 6 days a week you are unhappy at work for 12 hours a day & on weekends, your love life/married life keeps you unhappy for, say, 5 hours, where is there place for unadulterated happiness?
Last evening, as I wallowed in self pity on how much unhappiness I have around me, I ended up being even meaner & added to the unhappiness by doing something like giving someone an ultimatum that they better be happy in a week or else… who does that? I was just so sick of all the cribbing, bitching abusing, frustration around me, I just missed that spark of happiness that draws genuine pleasure straight from your heart.
Suddenly a vision of my mom popped into my head – a vision of her smiling face. I realized that this is the face my whole family will remember whenever they think of her. Always smiling. Always radiating that unadulterated happiness that we all sorely miss. She is & will always be my HAPPY PERSON. Whenever I was sad, depressed, worried, tensed she would come to me with that eternal calm & peace, make my problem seem like a 2+2 =4 problem. She had, oh, she had a truck load to be upset about, but I have never seen her wallow like how I was & it suddenly dawned on me.
If she can be the happy person for my whole family, can’t I be the HAPPY PERSON for one person? I might not realize it now, but maybe, just maybe, being that person’s HAPPY PERSON does actually make that person feel better. It sure made me feel a lot better. It doesn’t matter who makes you happy, what matters is whom you make happy, who remembers your smiling happy face in sadness & gloom. I want to be that person for a lot of people.
I want to be that drop of unadulterated happiness that we all miss!
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