Happiness seems like a lot of work. Like checking the weather forecast, daily we check our emotional wellbeing “Are you happy?” and often the answer is a monosyllabic ‘Meh …’ Slightly cloudy with a chance of rain.
Perhaps we forsake our happiness because we feel that happiness should be outwardly visible, or complex: a new car, a new baby, a promotion. Each morning I log into Facebook and update my status. I try to think of a witty update about my very simple, very domestic life at home with 3 kids. I never write “I am happy”. What if I did? Would my FB friends wonder why? Would they defriend me for being smug?
Putting my own happiness forecasting aside, happiness seems to be about an inner peace, a closing off of the outside and only registering immediate comfort. A hot cup of tea. A really well written book. A sunny room in the middle of winter. Not needing nor wanting for anything else but what is already before us in that moment.
Perhaps happiness is the hot cup of tea: the cup that needs to be drunk and enjoyed in the moment it is still hot.
“There is no duty we underrate as the duty of being happy.” Robert Louis Stevenson
Does happiness come easily to you? What moments make you happy?