An Observation on Happiness

The soft chirping and trilling is rather peaceful. The way they look up at me when I approach them, then run in circles when I try to pick one up, is both cute and amusing. It is strange how something so small can bring so much joy.

But is it, really?

No, I don't think it is. But...

Many find life to be unhappy, yet they have everything they could ever want. And more. It isn't the big things or the most expensive things that bring us happiness...

Sure you might temporarily feel joy about that thing, you didn't really need but got anyways, but it is a fleeting feeling. It doesn't last. Gone as something else comes your way. Then you need something else to fill that empty happiness. And something to fill that. And it just keeps going on until you realize, suddenly, that these things...they never really ever gave you happiness.

Can those inanimate objects, that we humans create, can they really take the place of the natural things, created by the Almighty? The things that want, that long for our love and care? The things that will reward us by multiplying?

Plants provide food and other plants. Some animals provide food, others provide companionship, sometimes both, and they create more animals, to find joy in raising.

But that takes work, you say. And work isn't something happy. But I dare to disagree. You can make things happy, joyful. But only if you really want to. Your life is only as dark and depressing as you let it be. You don't have to be angry...or sad...or anything else that you don't want to be. We let ourselves become this way. No one makes us. Therefore we are in control of how happy we are. We can say, "I want my job to be a happy one! So for now on I'm going to smile and be happy."

But what about those people in our lives, the ones who constantly belittle us and tell us what to do? Everyone's problems are different. We all have different things we can do to fix these problems.

Me? What do I do?

I don't reply hardly ever to their little rants and lectures. 'This is what you have to do.' Or. 'You only have this many choices.'

And I usually go somewhere else. I'm there physically, but somewhere far away, where their words do not reach me. Yet I am aware of what they are saying. But I hardly ever reply. And when I do it is small responses. Ones that I have thought over for these continuous words.

I often wonder if these people realize what they are doing. Or if they care. But I don't let it bother me, no matter how much it tries to take over my train of thought. I just smile through it all, loving them anyway.

And having someone to talk to is always nice. Someone that seems to understand. Someone like...my mom.

She and my brother make me happy. As do all the small things in my life.

Yes, sometimes I get depressed. Sometimes I just want to sit and feel sorry for myself. But I have so much to live for. So much I can do to be a light for others. To maybe, just for a small moment, make someone else happy.

It always makes me happy to see someone who has a frown on their face suddenly light up with a smile. And all it took was someone else smiling at them or saying a kind word.

I could be so bitter and cold right now. So uncaring and unkind. But I'm not. Because I don't want to be. I'm happy with my life. And isn't that what really matters?