What is (longterm) happiness reliant on?
On me being happy of course.
However, basing happiness on something/someone has a catch. When that something disappears, happiness goes with it.
Soever a bad idea.
Definitely, happiness is amped when I have what I want, and I wouldn’t want to live without what I wanted because that makes me happy.
Want – have – happiness, not-happiness, want – have – happiness, not-happiness, want …
The frequency of life. Roll-er-coast-er.
I pursue happiness. I run after it. Sometimes I catch it. I find that ‘…happiness…’ and I am ecstatically happy. Forever. Yeah really! — ?
I’ve got health, job, girl, cabriolet, aircraft, house, money galore, — G-d am I happy, over the moon. I float in transcendence.
Alas, that is a fleeting ecstasy. It’s a pill. Pills’ effect is not lasting.
Health gone, happiness gone.
Job gone, happiness gone. Girl gone, happiness gone. Cabriolet stolen, happiness gone. Aircraft crashed, happiness gone. House repossessed, happiness gone.
Everything gone, happiness gone with it.
Not being happy doesn’t necessarily infer that I am deadly, depressingly unhappy, but to me, not-happiness would be somewhat vegetating along. What’s the point? To get through a crisis and then find happiness?
Isn’t it that the accomplishment after the successful pursuit of pleasure makes us feel happy? Ahh, satisfaction. The consequence of taking a ‘pleasure pill’ is, well, pleasure, and that’s when I’m truly happy.
Uh, that word truly. Rampantly, crazy happy. Really? Or just overboard, cloud-nine walking till the novelty wears off?
Real, lasting, unblemished happiness is the product of the deliberate thought, “I am happy,” without a condition.
There is no “I am happy if… or when…” there just is “I am happy.”
You gotta beeee happy, you can’t find it. You create it by saying that you are. You instantiate, actualize, effect and realize it.
Wait a sec. How can that be? I need my sailboat to be happy. I need my Yorky to be happy. I need, I need…to be happy. You gotta be kidding me with this “I am happy,” unfinished sentence.
Maybe the great sages can be happy without any condition, but I, hmm?
And yet, whenever I think about it, and lately more often, I think being happy is a disposition, like a pizza base. I need to create the base. Tomato, cheese, olives, and artichokes without a base to put on are like pills, but, when you provide the base you have a real meal in your hands.
A base of happiness garnished with the ingredients of my liking. Now my mouth is watering and life is dancing. Scrumptious stuff.
Unattached and still happy, yeah, and then heap on the blessings.
Don’t just think it, say it out loud,
“I am happy, I am happy, I am happy.”
Now I’ve just created the base.
Words are expressively powerful.
Saying “I am happy” eliminates the desperation to find happiness by pursuing evermore garnishings.
Having an unconditionally happy base, being unarguably happy, un-joggle-able, allows me to gather my focus onto that which is important to me. The amusing thing is that suddenly I don’t want a thousand things anymore but literally just a few, — to make a really delicious pizza of my life.
Happiness is such a solidly good base that any decision reached in that state of happiness can only lead to more of the same.
Happiness from outside is makeup. Admittedly beautifying life immensely, but it washes off. Happiness from within is an unshakeable foundation.
Let’s all set our human cruise control to “I am happy.”
Imagine the impact of all us happy people in the world?
Rising as a reaction to ruling indifference and indoctrinated acceptance, the question is like a bubble of methane gas released in a swamp. The question comes into existence. The question has a life of its own and a reason to be there.
You’d be moseying along minding some business, probably in semi-automatic mode, and pop, here comes the question:
“Is this the best way I can live my life?”
The question serves to remind us to revisit what we want, — and then compare it with what we have. The wider the discrepancy the more persistent the nagging, to the point where we often become impatient and ignore the question, falling back into inherited mediocrity.
“What am I supposed to do now that I am so deep in it?” you might say.
“I need answers where none are forthcoming and not questions to upset my life even more.”
The question is actually an observation of my own life telling me that the path I am on is not in agreement with what I want. It becomes a billboard above my eyes. Softly interrupting at first, patiently persistent, and eventually pounding me with all the force of pain and frustration when it continues to be ignored. Ultimately, however, even the energy of life will succumb to the anguish of being disregarded and overruled by the mind and retreat into depression and disease.
Why let it get to such a state of stuck desperation?
The moment we acknowledge the message (the billboard) that Life* has, no matter how hopeless we think our situation is, we become our own ENABLER.
When I thus ENABLE, I BELIEVE in Life. My Life.
The only honest, concerned and able guide I have is my Life. Suddenly, as if by some mystical arrangement I will be doing it the way of my Life.
During the times that I follow the way of my Life I am given a limitless view and a feeling of perfect alignment. Nothing is missing. It’s the way. The only way for me, — exclusively only for me. Why? Because I am like none other.
Now the magic happens: I forgive; I am free; I let go; I understand; I help; I decide; I act; I love; I achieve and progress; I create; I win; I am kind; I am complete.
The way of my Life is harmonious and flowing existence. That is happiness. Everything comes together.
In turn, you might have a pertinent question too that you want to ask your Life at the present moment.
Ask: “Life what do you suggest right now?”
Behind the ego and emotion, Life’s answer will be loud and clear.
*Life (with capital ‘L’) an intelligent existence within us with an unbiased concept of our being; an entity or a part of us who guides us to the utmost benefit in the context of our individual super-reality.
On reflection. In hindsight. Looking back.
Connecting the countless breadcrumbs life spills: splodges, pools, and deltas of crumbs;
from the thinnest of silk threads to glistening rays of desire leading to my intimate blue skies and starry nights;
the weaving print of dots showing the way to the source of every reason for my doing.
Looking eyes lead us to see and that evolves into understanding. Eventually, and sometimes, a conclusion happens upon you, – a knowledge befalls us.
It was ‘fascination.’
I was bewitched, charmed, spellbound, entranced and grogged by so many things to such an extent that everything else, even the sensible stuff, bounced off this cloak of enthusiasm cast by my absorption.
Nature and music were the earliest and probably most potent ingredients in my life in the conglomeration that became a soaring rainbow union of interests.
In this Ferris wheel of creative engagement in one’s life, any capsule or gondola of curiosity can take precedence over another. The wheel turns and everything can experience the wave-like motion of flight into the heights and then feel the grounding stability of rest at the bottom. The man-made gyroscopic effect of stability and direction existing only long enough to affirm the intrinsic flux of things.
Fascination ignites randomly in no particular, predictable firing order. The pistons of our inner engine rumble, spin, whine, screech, thump and think along like an orchestra to a rhythm defined by the great conductor of creativity within. Fascination is crazy, polarizing and unifying in an energizing flurry of dynamism; meditatively still and laser-like in its exclusive, focused concentration. The elixir composed of imagination fuses with fascination and propels us on – deliriously clear-headed, super receptive and hyperactive.
Your fascination should become your occupation. Why spend many hours each day slogging along when you could surf the day blown by the wind of fascination in a sea of happiness and fun?
You can’t force fascination or buy it. It is either present or not and as such is a gift to enjoy and the most important tool to guide us.
But, what is fascination? How do I bring it about?
It happens sub-consciously when any of the senses feel pleasured. When thought is enamored and I am attracted.
We are already fine tuned to what fascinates us; to what we like and what we want. You either are or aren’t fascinated.
Fascination stares us in the face with an uninhibited invitation to follow.
A fascinating trail of crumbs leading to the only possible source, – fascination.
A crucial message to some burning questions in a short ebook.
Isn’t there something I can do or someone I can believe, to get my life off the rocks?
You’ve wondered why progress in your life has crunched to a halt.
You ponder why you are here? What is the purpose?
You have found nothing, you are clueless and you are lost.
You need intercourse with Life urgently!
Yeah, you read correctly.
Otherwise, your ability to succeed is given to chance.
And, be ready, because Life’s responsiveness exceeds an accelerator pedal of a Porsche, – or, the questions keep on mounting.
You teeter on despair and depression. Neglect and decline are in tow.
You have followed some ideas and you are still here, – looking.
Hope was a disappointing experience.
You have relied on yourself and when that didn’t produce the desired results, relied on others.
By now you excel in blaming anything.
Radical changes have made no difference.
You are stuck.
Slipping, falling, crashing, hurting, crying, bending, breaking.
It all sounds so familiar.
Despite whatever we do, one phenomenon is always present.
I am not talking about God, angels, spirits etc.
Life with a capital ‘L.’
A constant companion and the only trustworthy guidance system that is free and ready for our use.
Noninvasive. Unpretentious. Supra knowledgeable. Ready for intercourse with you in a flash.
Life says, your shadow might be invincible, but you can move with the light.
A call to act.
Have intercourse with Life!
A companion that you never knew existed alongside.
Life needs Life.
You are here. Nobody to ask. You want to be there. Nothing changes. Why?
Well, – no intercourse with Life!
Life, a phenomenon that is always ready and with us.
The oracle we have been searching for. It knows all the answers. Ask it.
Life, what do you suggest now? …and watch your life unfold.
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