Dreams|Goals|Happiness
Happiness is not what you have, but what you do
Therein lies the Solution
It’s a thing out there we’ve all been reaching for since we emerged from the womb and guess what — we’re still seeking it.
Makes the Lost City of Atlantis look easy — Aisle 114 in Costco, right next to the inflatable camping beds.
What It Isn’t
I have asked for happiness as a child. It was a writing assignment in third grade. Pretty existential I came to realize later, but it was okay at the time. I believe there were accompanying images (in crayon) of those things that made be happy. A bicycle, puppy, large pizza, that sort of thing.
Happiness, even at age eight was a possession. Something you could find with a map or a metal detector. Something you could wish for in a dream, ask for right before Christmas, or standing outside the funeral home, waiting for things inside to end.
I was convinced you could hold happiness, like a doll or that aforementioned puppy. Something tangible that felt good. Not soft, not hard, definitely not moist, but something that was real, whether it fit into your pocket or the basement at home — it was always a thing.
