“It’s all about happiness”

“Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is. ” – Maxim Gorky

It can sometimes be challenging seeing the good in a situation or being happy despite facing a problem. It is very easy to become bugged down with life and all the problems that we face, that we seldom make time to just ‘stop and smell the roses’. Life goes by in a flash and we don’t know when our number will be called. So why spend our days, fussing and being miserable! With help from our Saviour, we can learn to be happy and grateful in every situation. We may not see it at the time when we are going through the difficulty and we will not be ‘happy’ 100% of the time. But once we would have learnt the lesson, we would be more appreciative for over coming the situation and because of it, we would be a better and stronger person.

Happiness by Jane Kenyon

There’s just no accounting for happiness

Or the way it turns up like a prodigal

Who comes back to the dust at your feet

Having squandered a fortune far away

And how can you not forgive?

You make a feast in honor of what

Was lost, and take from its place the finest

Garment, which you saved for an occasion

You could not imagine, and you weep night and day

To know that you were not abandoned

That happiness saved its most extreme form for you alone

No, happiness is the uncle you never

knew about, who flies a single-engine plane

onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes

into town, and inquires at every door

until he finds you asleep midafternoon

as you so often are during the unmerciful hours of your despair

It comes to the monk in his cell

It comes to the woman sweeping the street

With a birch broom, to the child

Whose mother has passed out from drink.

It comes to the lover, to the dog chewing

A sock, to the pusher, to the basketmaker,

And to the clerk stacking cans of carrots in the night

It even comes to the boulder

In the perpetual shade of pine barrens,

To rain falling on the open sea,

To the wineglass, weary of holding wine.

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