Dear reader, I hope you have a happy weekend.
I often reflect on the idea we are meant to be happy...I wonder what this means or how it is to be achieved when life certainly contains its share of sorrow, or that even when one person's situation appears remarkably unscathed, there are so many others who suffer seeming insurmountable misery.
Whoa...I'm not kidding: I honestly meant to come here and make a simple statement of well wishes. Instead, I got one sentence in, then immediately wheeled around and questioned the universe. It seems a special gift of mine, weighting each moment with heavier thoughts, adding a toll of the bells to the glittering peals of coloratura laughter around me.
I can't seem to help it. Please, I'm going to assume if you come here, you already know I sometimes talk about little old men and the tone is light but on occasion, and increasingly more so these days, I head straight for ponderous, sobering philosophy. What can I tell you? It's my cachet, darling! Pensive chic: a bit toxic for small talk, but incredibly efficient if you're in the mood to ruin everyone's fun.
It's just that life has never seemed especially carefree to me. But perhaps carefree isn't what it means to be happy. It must be that one can be loaded with cares and still be happy. I do believe this, by the way, that happiness is a deeper state of being, not tied to the external conditions of one's experience.
But belief and application can be on opposite sides of a divide, not always easily reconciled. When they're in harmony...isn't that approaching happiness?
Such thoughts weigh on my mind as I try to make sense of myself, of the world around me, of raising my girls, of facing the emotional chaos of my father's illness, of spiritual realities, of just trying to...understand.
At any rate, the day is upon me and I must run. Perhaps it's now too late to say have a nice day: I've already forced you to think of all the reasons why it might be otherwise.
But I do wish you a happy weekend. I hope you get to take a walk. I hope you see the signs of the season. I hope you find a moment to be somewhere or do something wherein you find peace, where you're reminded how beautiful life is, that goodness prevails and love eclipses every other thing.