Happiness is a Choice

I was spending some time grieving lately and I wanted to share this with you.

You know there is nothing more tragic than someone who lives their entire lives looking for the pot at the end of the rainbow, then dies without ever having found it.

I’m rapidly approaching the 11th year anniversary of my father’s passing and I have to tell you that as much as I loved him I was very disappointed in him. You might think it is sort of morbid to say that about your parent after they die.

Let me explain.

My father was the hardest working man I ever knew. He was very much like a “John Wayne,” or a “Clint Eastwood.”

That made him hard to get to know and even harder to have a loving relationship with.

We struggled with that together for many years but in the latter part of his life we discovered a great kinship.

During much of his life I heard him talk about his dreams.

He dreamed of owning a farm house in the mountains, where in his retirement he could go hunt and fish. This was very much the essence of my father, an outdoorsman.

He loved nature. (I never could reconcile how he had such love for animals yet took pleasure in killing them)

As I watched him age, his heart grew heavier and he held on to that dream but at that point it was really nothing more.

He had failed to plan for retirement well enough and so his mantra became, “I’ll be happy when I hit the lottery.”

This hit me right upside my head one day and I thought about the odds. He was basically saying he’d be happy if a 1 in 17.586 million odd fell in his favor.

All I could think of is, “Wow, how devastating.” He had basically resigned himself to never being happy.

How many people do you know like this?

More importantly, are you one of them?

I just couldn’t understand why he placed so much attachment to an impossible outcome as a condition for his happiness.

Since I’d studied the meaning of existence for many years, I’ve been blessed with an enthusiasm for life that makes me leap out of bed each morning with a sense of purpose.

Truthfully, I can be elated with life whether I have $10 million in the bank or I have to scramble for my next meal. I’ve been on both ends of wealth and physical things don’t hold the sway for me that they once did.

I’ve learned that being is happiness.

Read it again.

Why do you struggle against it? It is truth and a part of you knows it.

If you will simply practice mindfullness and fully live each moment, knowing that what you do, as mundane or even unpleasant as it may seem is leading you onward to fulfill your destiny, you will never again lurch forward for that carrot being dangled in front of you.

I love my father very much. I miss him enough to shed a tear as I write this. But, honestly, my father didn’t get it. I wish he had.

Do you get it? If you don’t, or even if you aren’t sure, maybe you should be taking some power steps toward creating a better life.

It begins with owning your power, and realizing that nothing and no one can make you “feel” anything. Things happen. People do stuff. How you feel, is how you’ve chosen to react.

So, before your timer goes ding, the sooner the better…

Give your heart a long look. What are you holding on to? What are you holding out for? What conditions are you putting on your happiness?

It really is your choice.