On Happiness

"Happiness lives for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives." Unknown

Happy For No Reason

Happiness does not depend on external circumstances. It comes from within. Happiness is a habit. If we choose to be happy we will be happy.In our consumerist society, it is not all the material things, the new house , the new car , the new toys that make us happy. They are a source of temporary pleasure but real meaningful happiness resides within us irrespective of our circumstances.

Happy people live longer, have better health, attract a spouse much sooner , earn more, have more friends and generally they seem to be in sync with life flowing with its current rather than going against it.

All it requires is a shift in our thinking , to turn upside down the way we may be thinking at a particular moment and look at it from a different angle.

For example if you find yourself judging someone for something that you do not agree with, look within yourslef to identify if there is any underlying issue that is making you feel like judging someone else. Quite often it is something entirely different that your subconscious is struggling with rather than the seemingly outward topic that you are having problems with. Recognise that it is you who needs to be dealt with and let go. When we have no arguments with anything or anyone we go back to that place that we were as a small child where we are happy with our own little world.

The Simple Joys

My day started in an excellent manner with the twenty five minute walk to the tube station on a beautiful sunny April morning.

The clean air, the cool , fresh breeze on one side of my face and the gentle sun touching the other side. I breathe in the air and exhale gently. The Cafe with the black tinted floor length glass front and the chrome and wicker tables and chairs laid out on the pavement. The little charity shop, a garage , a boutique , a pizza place all standing cheek by jowl. The whish of traffic accompanies my walk to the station. The upholstery shop nextto the bus stop , the biscuit coloured clock tower with the golden dials on a bright blue background the Edwardian edifices with the shops on the ground floor , the estate agents, the banks , the Post Office , the Korean restaurant.

I enter the station as a red double decker bus moves slowly pass the station, and a crow flies in the distance.