Amid the harm of life exists a persistent belief that happiness resides within, and is accessible. Oftentimes the means of finding happiness is convoluted and protracted; our gifts, desires, talents, and deep needs are frustrated by circumstance or abuse that appear to rob the individual of the possibility of reconciliation and justice. Lies, gossip, or betrayal sit heavily upon each human at some time in life. But during these times, happiness offers itself as simply as a walk across a dark room to open curtains and look outside. When it presents itself as nothing more complicated than a speck of dust reflecting light back at the viewer it is missed or rejected with little thought. How can something so small and easy be of such consequence? Of such importance? Shouldn’t it at least continue to appear evasive? Shouldn’t it be a struggle? Is it really here in this spot right now, just as is, by itself? What’s the catch, we wonder? There must be conditions that will arise and demand to be fulfilled if we accept this simple answer – this easy way.
But think – if a lifetime is lived before understanding happiness, before recognizing and accepting it, is it really so easy?
I think it is.