Happiness Is......

Ah, its been a while. Not that I haven't written in a while, just that I haven't written here. It's odd really, we put so much time into these words we write only to post them and then forget about them. They are doomed to be lost in the abyss of endless words written by people such as myself. Do the words ever really end? Or do they just keep on coming from every corner of the Earth? Well, I guess some maintain their blogs better than others. I guess it would help if I didn't have nine or more. Anyhow.......

A quote from one of my favorite authors, just wanted to share it with someone, anyone who may be out there reading. "Unhappiness is the inability to accept what is."-Eckhart Tolle Couldn't tell you which book it came from or what page, but either way it's something worth remembering. I myself struggle with some out of this world unhappiness at times. I'd like to sit before you and give you reason upon reason for why this is so, but I cannot do right by myself or happiness in doing so. Happiness just is. Nothing can affect it. It doesn't matter what sorrowful event comes along or what strife a person may be going through, that happiness that had been experienced could not be tainted. It will always be what it was. And I would be doing myself an injustice to say that I didn't have control over my own happiness. That's almost as if saying I am not alive. Yes, there are many events in life that we have no control over, but the place in which our mind resides is absolutely up to us.

It's funny, I sometimes think I sit here writing for the benefit of some lost soul out there searching for some words that they may need to read. I write thinking that a person from time to time may stumble upon what I have written and say "Yes, that's what I needed to hear." The fact of the matter is, I write for my own sake. I write words that I need to read. I write the words in order to make a bit of sense from what is going on inside this mind of mine. Naturally, it is a little bit fulfilling to know what someone else is getting something out of the 20 minutes worth of work that I have put into this, but it doesn't make or break my satisfaction in having made if far enough to call it finished. Though it's the story of my life, and it is never reall finished. And on to another day I shall go.........