Tuesday, March 30
Fairy tales lie. That's why they are called tales, you know.
Happiness is a verb, an action, a reaction. You do it, you feel it, you hold onto it, you chase it, you share it. There's no sitting idly by for happiness to come. Chances are it passed you by while you were sitting around.
I have a hard time understanding chronic unhappyers. There is so much to appreciate in most of our lives, so much to see and feel and do. There are so many little moments of perfectness that being unhappy seems like a lot of work. Being sad, mad, pissed off, entitled, upset, and demanding ALL THE TIME must be a lot like shouting ALL THE TIME. Eventually you lose your voice. People just don't care that you're sad, mad, pissed off, entitled, upset and demanding. It becomes who you are instead of what you do.
"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called. ~A.A. Milne